Adriana's POV
By the end of the Gatorade war, all of us were totally soaked in sweet beverages. All of their normally white jerseys were covered in pastels. Even my jacket was soaked.
Eventually, the team coach came in, and I hid behind Cris.
"OK boys. We can go out to the bus now. Oh, and hi, Adriana." He said.
I still hid behind Cris, but I have him a wave. I had a terrible poker face. All of the rest of the guys managed to keep a straight face while James crept up behind the coach with the team's cooler of Gatorade.
How the coach didn't notice, I have no idea.
James started making a huge scene behind the coach, starting with bunny ears, then a countdown ceremony, and then the actual event of dumping the drink on the coach.
And this is when none of us could hold it in any longer. We burst out laughing and the coach's face went all red with embarrassment.
After all the Gatorade was exhausted from the locker room, we went to the team bus, thinking that there wouldn't be that meant people.
As it turns out, a ton of cameras were waiting for us.
I put my head down and felt Cris wrap his arm around my head. The whole team made a bit of a bubble around us, so there was a lesser chance of my face being seen. We all knew that if I was seen, then everyone would be questioned. That would suck. For everyone. Nobody liked interrogation.
As soon as we got back on the bus, Gareth asked the question that they were probably all thinking.
"So, Cris is that party still on?" Gareth asked.
I looked to my boyfriend, and he nodded.
"Yep." I answered. "We should probably each go home and change and shower, but yeah, party is still on!" I said and the boys gave a cheer. I then added on something. "I will even make food for all of you guys." I said. That was probably a mistake. Oh well. It was a celebration.
We asked the bus driver to drive us all to out houses, and then me and Cris had to prepare everything, but we only had 1 hour.
We each took a quick shower, and I started the cooking while he started cleaning up. I also had to change into something nicer, so I put on a short white lace dress
After an hour, we heard the doorbell ring. I opened it to see a smiling James and Iker. I quickly embraced the two boys and invited them inside.
"Cris!" I yelled into the house. "Iker and James are here!"
"What?" Cris asked, while looking his head from around the corner.
"Mr. Organization and Mr. Cheeky are here. Come say hi." I said.
"Mr. Cheeky. I like that. You guys want to play FIFA? Me and Iker were discussing tactics to beat the two of you on the way here." He said, still with a smile.
I looked to Cris who was now standing next to me. We both nodded at the same time and said "Challenge Accepted."
As I went into the room with the X-boxs, I could hear more of my friends arriving. Tonight was going to be a good night.
I turned on some music that we all liked, and wasn't surprised to find the boys wander into the room.
"What team are you guys going to be?" I asked them. I already knew their answer, but still.
"The best team." James said and smiled when I immediately scrolled to Real Madrid.
"OK. What about us, Cris? What team should we beat them with?" I asked.
"How about, to make it fair, let's also take our team? That way no one can say that their team was worse." He said. It made sense. "And also so I can score against Iker." He said and we laughed.
The doorbell rang again and I got up to see a bunch more of the guys. Including Martin who just stood at the back awkwardly.
I welcomed them inside and told them that the rivalry was about to unfold.
"Can we get popcorn?" Gareth asked teasingly.
"Fine. It's in the kitchen. Make a few packs in the microwave." I surprised him by saying.
Then the intese game began.
It was very intense. There was a lot of screaming, a bit of cursing (from both sides), and a lot of scoring. Video game Iker couldn't block anything. It was upsetting.
Then the doorbell rang. That was weird. Everybody was already here.
"Did anyone order pizza?" I asked, not tearing my eyes from the screen.
Nobody admitted to anything.
"Can somebody get the door? I am in the middle of extra time right now!" I yelled to them.
Luckily for me, Sergio Ramos answered the door for me.
"It's for you!" He yelled to me. I wonder why. Did I order pizza? Nope. Was it a late package? Probably not.
Then the game ended. Me and Cris had won, 6-3.
"Ha-ha!" Cris said to them. "We beat you! No strategies can beat us! We are undefeated!" He said and I laughed.
"At least it was better than last time. What was it then? 7-3?" James asked, somehow still smiling. Didn't his face hurt by now?
"It was 7-0." Cris said with a smirk. He gave me a look that said 'Brace yourself. The excuses are coming.' I smiled.
"I was hurt! I hurt my hand during practice!" James said.
"And that's why you don't use your hands in soccer." Cris said, and me and a few other people laughed.
"I'm going to go see who was at the door." I said, but nobody seemed to have heard me. They were just going to continue to argue.
The person that I saw at the door was definitely not a pizza boy or mailman. He was wearing a skintight black leather jacket and black skinny jeans. He was tall, skinny, yet muscular. The deadliest combination. I couldn't see his face because it was covered in a dark hood.
To be honest, I was scared of whoever this was.
"Hello?" I asked cautiously. I was preparing to run inside and call for Cris.
"Adriana. I believe you owe me something." He said. I recognized the voice, but my brain wasn't working because of fear.
Then Cris came up behind me and brushed my shoulder. I jumped.
"Geez, Cris. Don't do that. You scared me so bad!" I said to him, but I had to look up to his face thanks to my shortness.
"I could tell." He said and gave me a quick kiss. We tended to do that to end conversations. "Now who is this?" Cris asked.
"I don't know." I said to my lover. Then I turned to the mysterious man. "Who are you?" I asked him.
"A friend. One who is owed something from Adriana and would like to claim it." He said, showing no signs of emotion.
I looked behind me to see the whole team fanned out behind Cris and I. The man looked up for a split second, but not enough time for me to make out his face. Only enough for him to see the entire team behind me.
His body language then changed greatly. From confident to scared. I couldn't blame him. Imagine 24 of the biggest, strongest, and fastest guys you know, and the strongest and fastest girl you know, all up against you.
"Name please?" Cris asked and then my mind finally clicked. My fear had left upon the team's arrival.
It was Neymar.
My mouth took over my mind for the first time in a while, and I yelled out in surprise.
"Neymar?!?!?!?" I exclaimed.
He looked up and gave me a grin.
And then chaos broke loose. All of the guys rushed forward, but I put my arms up, signalling them to stop.
"What do you want?" I asked him. I just wanted to settle this the peaceful way. I was curious to see what he wanted.
"You owed me a hug. You gave everyone hugs, except for me. I wanted a hug." He said.
"You, my friend, have officially taken the title for biggest idiot I know." I said with a slap to his face.
"So no hug?" He asked me.
"No." I said, and I promptly shut the door in his face.