જ⁀➴ STAR — CROSSED ༘ ˚౨ৎ ⊹ .ᐟ
-ˏˋ ❝ chapter nine — A FALSIFICATION. ❞ ˎˊ˗
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jocelyn groaned, extending her arms widely in the air. her eyes enlarged, and suddenly she was fully sober from her hangover. her fingers fell upon pablo's bare chest as shivers arose from his sensitive skin in response to her touch. slowly rotating herself to face him, she couldn't help but stare at the freckles located on his abdomen. they were like copper sun-kissed constellations of stars on his stomach. vague snores traveled out of his roseate-shaded lips, and his legs often twitched in his sleep, which jocelyn found quite amusing. she had never seen him in such a calm state, compared to how he appeared and presented himself on the pitch.
he stirred, turning over on his side only to face the features of jocelyn up close. he batted his eyelashes to ease his vision from his sleep, the edges of his lips twitched into a smile after he saw her beside him. his arm slithered around her hips only to have it draped from her tanned waistline.
"beunos días, niña bonita" he murmured, his voice muffled against the pillows that shielded his face. [ good morning, pretty girl ]
"where did my dress go, pablo" she laughed, being in nothing besides her thin bra and what seemed to be his shorts.
"you took it off on the floor last night" he pointed to the hardwood floor beneath them. she leaned over towards it before his hand wrapped itself around her wrist.
"leave it for now," he commanded, tugging on her arm until her nearly bare-skinned back crashed into the crisp white bedsheets. she rolled her eyes, surprised by how needy he was when it came to physical touch once he received it.
PING.
her phone buzzed in her purse that was placed on the nightstand beside her. highly alerted, jocelyn swiftly moved over to view the message that had been sent to her. her heart dropped, seeing jude's contact appear on her lock screen. her finger paused briefly before finally building the courage to view the actual message. it was seconds after seeing the texts that jude told her to head down for dinner and the location, in case she arrived late. pablo crept up behind her back, eager to see what she was looking at only for jocelyn to switch apps immediately.
"mierda." he cursed under his breath.
[ fuck. ]
"què ocurre?" [ what's wrong? ]
"¿ya son casi las 8?" an annoyed sigh left his lips, pulling jocelyn by her waist into his presence even further before he finally sat up and attempted to fix himself. [ it's almost 8 already? ]
jocelyn took off his shorts, sliding herself back into her dress from last night. she rolled her eyes, catching pablo staring her down while she changed. he smiled shyly, turning around and resting his hands at the nape of his neck while he felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
"gavi, i need to go back now." she frowned, catching his attention with the certain sentence.
"i need your number to talk to you after this."
after the exchange of their contacts, jocelyn quietly exited the room in hopes that no one catches her in their sight while she looked like this. jocelyn pursed her lips together as she reached her hotel suite, she attempted to knock as gently as possible. yet, she was greeted with no one other than her enraged and confused teenage sister.
isabel made way for her to enter the room, lilia knew the exact situation just by the expression she presented to jocelyn.
"tell me why people are going around saying you made out with gavi last night. " isabel's question sounded like a demand rather than a question, she pulled out her phone and shoved it in jocelyn's face.
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＠pablogavinfo
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pablogavinfo real madrid's presenter
＠jocelyntorres spotted in the background of alejandro balde's instagram story allegedly making out with gavi in barcelona's private club. both sides of the pair have yet to speak up about the situation as it remains as a piece of alleged information.
sources via alejandro balde's instagram story !
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user1 now ... what is this
↳ user2 she's for sure losing her job now
↳ user3 there's no going back 😓
user4 'alleged' smh that's literally her 😒
↳ user5 the outfit, the hair ...
↳ user6 how is that not her 🥴
user7 if u don't think that's her you're crazy
↳ user8 right bc who else would have access to that hotel bcus it's literally fully booked just for the teams
user9 oh that's not ..
user10 oh! 😄
user11 nooo he's mine 😢
↳ user12 are you insane 😭🙏
↳ user13 what level of delusion is this
↳ user14 deluded final boss
user15 how the hell did this happen in the first place
↳ user16 i need answers this instant
↳ user17 and here i thought she was with jude 💀
user18 the gavi fan girl's comments are flooding
in 😂
↳ user19 they need to let him live for once
↳ user20 that man can't catch a break at all 😭
user21 why did he even go for her
↳ user22 because she's pretty ???
↳ user23 the word ugly was never mentioned
↳ user24 even if it was never mentioned yk damn well she meant that
user25 con 😭 gra 😭 tulations 😭
↳ user26 how do i repost a comment 😞
↳ user27 guys calm down it might've just been a one night stand ( me trying to calm gavi girls )
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anxiously, jocelyn alongside isabel and lilia walked into the breakfast after pleading with everyone to wait for them. she sat herself down, swallowing harshly as everyone's glare ran down her body.
she cleared her throat, placing both hands on the tablecloth, "i'm sorry guys, i just had a hangover —"
"it's okay, that's not important. we have to focus on what mister will say" vinicius demanded.
silent engulfed over everyone in the room, jocelyn's stomach rumbled as she sat and stared rather than feed herself like everyone did. only a single ounce of regret crashed into her, she hated herself for what she did. yet, she couldn't help but admit how great of a kisser pablo was last night. the events of the night prior to this morning replayed over and over again as if her mind was stuck on that particular moment.
she was relieved to see the absence of ancelotti today, hoping that no one on the team saw the post about her or she'll result herself in a negative talk with her boss — which could lead to unemployment.
she vividly remembered the way her fingers entangled themselves in his thick grown-out hair, his touch lingering on her skin like a lasting tattoo. but no—she stopped herself, pulling back from the thought of him crossing her mind because she knew her actions that she committed to him were terribly wrongful of her. he was distracting, it was his odd change in his demeanor once she was alone with him. he wasn't rough with her, the pads of his fingertips caressed her skin like she was a delicacy of some sort. perhaps it was the way his pillow-like lips pulled her in with such soft and tenderness within them .
although jocelyn's appetite disappeared into oblivion this certain morning, she forcefully took several bites of her food and washed it down by chugging a glass of filled to the brim with cold water. that'll line her stomach for the hunger she was going to endure during the hours-long flight, she thought.
"so," she choked out.
"when do we leave?" she joined in with the conversation that was between jude, vinicius, camavinga, and militao. jude blinked between lilia and jocelyn, sooner lifting his wrist to view the time on the peanut shaded wrist-watch that wrapped itself neatly around the the carpus of his wrist joint.
"we leave in about four hours." he furrowed his eyebrows, having trouble to read the numbers in the strange fonts. she simply nodded, falling into the cold embrace of guilt and shame in herself. she wished it wasn't wrongful for her to do such a thing, though her life and her career spoke differently.
she remembered that she saved gavi's number earlier in her contact list, an opportunity to talk to him eased her down. only to be caught dumbfounded-ly smiling at her phone screen, seeing that he'd already text her the moment he got her number.
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imessage
❝ pablo and jocelyn. ❞
gavira
ola [ hey ]
has comido? [ have you eaten? ]
oye gavi
[ hi gavi ]
sí yo comí 🙃
[ yes i ate 🙃 ]
gavira
con quièn estás? [ who are you with? ]
si estas solo te recogeré
[ if you're alone, i can pick you up. ]
no worries, i'm with my
sister and a friend
but thank you for offering
gavira
oh
are u leaving today
??
sí!
don't worry about me pablo
worry about u, since
you're always busy
gavira
debería estar preocupado
[ i should be worried ]
idk when i'll see u again
pablo we've just met and
believe me when i say i
appreciate your kindness but
you can't immediately have me
as a priority. again, i'm grateful 💕
seen
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somehow, pablo felt slightly offended by her words and decided to leave her on seen rather than reply. sure, you could say he was dramatic. she had him pussy-whipped after the few kisses from last nights events. his jaw contracted, staring into the distance while he anticipates for pedri to arrive to the ground floor of the hotel building along with some of his other missing teammates. his navy blue barça nike tech fleece became hot, his fingers trips dragged the zipper down until the jacket was fully opened. huffing silently, feeling inpatient with his teammates while his hands wander up and down his lap to wipe off the slightest amount of sweat layered between the surface of his palms.
instantly, a wave of relief washed over him as he smiled, watching while pedri catches up to him with his suitcase beside his legs. the pair began to walk alongside one another while they made their way to the enormous bus specially only to be entered in by the players of fc barcelona. they stuck by each other's side until they arrived to the airport. the ride back to the airport was silent, as everyone was either on their devices or playing poker. gavi knew they've arrived once he began to hear the sounds of multiple camera shutters accompanied by the chaotic noises of fans screaming, reaching their arms as far as they could behind the gate—eager to touch one of the players.
gavi was in no attitude to sign any photos, neither take any photos. truthfully, no one was. mainly because of the aftermath of yesterday's drinking, resulting in an insufferable pounding headache. except for one person, who was none other than pedri. he practically sat in a corner and drank coke while endlessly scrolling through what people on social media were commenting about him now.
one by one, the sixteen men that each cloaked themselves in fc barcelona's navy blue shaded nike tech all entered the aeroplane. pablo handed over his luggage to the stewards to handle while he sat individually and was further from pedri, since the seats for the barça's plane were designed to be built like business class seats. minutes—practically hours to be exact, extended by continuously. music blasting in his ears, his legs spreaded apart and his head rested against the pale leather seats of the plane.
PING
multiple notifications from pedri loaded on the lock screen of his phone via instagram. sliding his airpods max off his ears and relaxed them on cape of his neck, pressing against the nearly see-through rectangles on his screen to view the messages. he became uneasy, staring at the multiple paparazzi pictures of him in a passionate make out session with her.
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pedri
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you're going out with her now? 😂
wait
she works for real madrid?
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