Adriana's POV
I feel kind of bad for whoever has to clean this locker room. After we are done with it, I don't even know how it is going to look. Probably coated with a layer of sticky Gatorade.
I DON'T EVEN CARE! WE WON!
But Christiano knew who I was, despite the disguise and other stuff I was doing to prevent it. Was it because it was obvious?
I am probably fretting over nothing. We had known each other longer than anyone else from my current soccer filled life, and he knew me better than probably anyone did.
I thought I was the same way, knowing him super well, but I was wrong.
But, back to the amazing topic of my team winning. I know I should be upset that Real Madrid lost, but I scored! SQUEEEE!
"And the man of the match is... ADRIAN MALINOWSKI!" Yelled Joshy as he picked me up with a bunch of his, sorry, our teammates and started carrying me around the field.
I just enjoyed the moment. I had always wanted to be on a professional soccer team, and now that I was, it was the best feeling in the world.
We paraded around the field with the crowd cheering like we had just won the champions league, even though we still had a long path to go to do that. This was going to be the start of a new era. I hope.
After coach telling us we had to get off the field, the boys finally put me down and we walked over to the locker room, pushing each other and knocking heads.
As we got to the locker room, it was all decided that none of us would be getting any sleep tonight. It was going to be a party, and we knew that we were not going to have practice tomorrow.
"Ok guys, we have some interviews that we have to get out of the way. Just do those and then you can celebrate all you want," Coach said, harshly reminding us that we could not celebrate yet. "Adrian, you are up first. Just tell them what they want to hear. Get them to like you, and act like a modest young kid who does not know anything about professional soccer. Got it?" He asked me.
"Sir, yes, Sir," I said in a deep voice with a stiff back and salute. Then I marched out of the room followed by a bit of laughter.
"Adrian! Over here! Adrian! Adrian!" The interviewers screamed.
I chose someone from the crowd at random, and the pictures and scribbling on notepads began.
"How come none of us have ever heard of you?" A balding man asked.
"Well, in high school, I was not invited to any big colleges because I wasn't that good at soccer. I went to the community college and would not stop playing soccer, and then some scouts finally noticed me, and here I am now," I summed up.
"You seemed to know all the little ways to get passed the Real Madrid defense, which normally only comes with playing with or against them for a long time. How did you do it?" A young female reporter asked.
"I watched some pre-recorded videos of them playing in their games and found out what they did right and wrong. So then I just put that into action. It took forever, though," I said with a slight laugh.
"Now, I am going to ask something that I am sure a lot of young ladies are wondering right now. Are there any special women in your life?" Asked a 20 or so year old lady who was wearing a ton of makeup.
"Nope. I am currently available," I said with a somewhat derpy face.
"Well, if there are any girls you have your eyes on, there isn't really a way they could say no!" She laughed while curling her long blonde hair. I don't like her.
"Do you have any nicknames?" Some guy about my age asked me.
"No... Not that I know of..." I trailed off, earning me a few laughs.
"One more question," I said, scanning the crowd for someone to give me the last question.
"Have you heard the story about Messi's sister not having been seen in a week now? Do you think she is missing? What are your thoughts?" Said an older woman.
I chose my next words carefully, knowing that saying the wrong thing could set people off.
"I have heard of this girl, Adriana, right? From what I have seen, she is a very beautiful girl, and she looks to be very capable of taking care of herself. One week is hardly anything, and I am sure that she is fine. I wish her and her family the best, and I believe that there is nothing to worry about." I said and walked out of the interviewing place. It might have seemed kind of cold, but that is what is to be expected when someone asks you about a rival team, right?
I high fived Joshy as he walked into the interviewing station and returned to the locker room.
I found the locker room without a problem, and I discovered that the interviews were fairly short for everyone else. They were on broadcast in the locker room, and to my relief, everyone was asked the question about me, Adriana.
Whew. I was more then slightly freaking out about that.
As soon as we all got to the locker room and we shooed out the cameras and interviewers, and then the Gatorade showers began. I was no exception...
"HA-HA! I GOT YOU!" Yelled Joshy as he drenched me in pink Gatorade. Who knew two very different teams celebrated the same way?
"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" I yelled and started chasing the idiot around the benches in the center of the locker room.
I half expected to fall over onto my face, but I didn't. I did fall, but I fell on someone. Robert Lewandowski. The same guy who clearly tried to ask me out in front of everyone. He was sitting down on one of the benches, one that I would have most certainly have fallen on and injured myself on if it weren't for him. But that doesn't mean his isn't weird.
"Well, hello there," He said to me with a smile.
"What are you waiting for! Just do it already!" Yelled Thomas (Muller). What does that mean? Was he going to kiss me? Oh please don't kiss me. My life is hard enough as it is right now. The last thing I need now is some more drama.
But then, the two of us were dumped in Gatorade. The pink liquid dripped through his hair and onto me.
Before anything awkward or weird happened, I got off of him and armed myself with a few bottles of the sugary liquid. I don't care that I had just fallen over. More the reason to get revenge on that little son of a gun.
I did end up sneaking up on him, and spraying his perfect hair with sticky sugary liquid. He was about to get me back when coach walked in. As soon as he turned the corner to get into the room, everyone immediately stopped dumping Gatorade on each other. They all stood like little kids who had just been caught doing something wrong, and they had their hands behind their backs and heads looking down, like they had just broken something and had been caught in the act.
"Ok team. We will have one last conversation before you are dismissed to go party and whatever. I just wanted to say you guys all played a very god game, especially you, Adrian. It did, however, come at the price of Arjen, and he will not be joining us for a while. No practice tomorrow, don't do anything stupid. You can go now," He said and immediately after he finished, a party was scheduled.
"Party at my place in an hour! No non-teammates allowed! There will be food!" Yelled Thomas.
At the sound of a party, I remembered what had happened last time I was at a team party. Real Madrid had celebrated with Gatorade then partied then bad things happened. But, at the sound of free food and only teammates allowed, I was convinced. There was free food. No way I can turn that down.
I gathered all my stuff and then headed into the sea of paparazzi, trying my best to look manly and unfazed. I walked home, attempting to ignore questions that were being shouted at me.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Can I marry you?"
"Party at my place?"
And other stupid things like that. After one game and two goals, I had become a guy to be fangirling over. Oh, shoot.
I quickly got inside and showered off all remains and residues from the Gatorade, and then changed into a nicer guy shirt. I guess this is what they wore... I hope. It was just an average Hollister shirt, so, I better not be underdressed.
After being satisfied with my appearance, I realized I had no idea where Thomas's house was, so I texted Joshy. When in doubt, text Joshy.
A: I need a ride to Thomas's place. Can u pick me up?
J: Fine. Be there in a few.
A: Thanks!
J: Anything for my darling.
A: Wut...
J: lol i just wanted to see how you would react.
A: -_-
J: I'm here
I quickly got out the door to see Joshy was indeed there, and I quickly walked out to the car.
"Where to, sir?" He asked.
"To Thomas Muller's house, please," I said formally.
"No problem, sir. I will get you there right away, sir." He said with a grin, and we spent the rest of the car ride looking out the windows.
As soon as we arrived at Thomas's huge mansion, I asked Joshy a question.
"Any advice for surviving this party?"
"Don't die. Good luck!" He said and then the door opened.
"Wow. You are sooooo funny" I said as we walked inside.
The atmosphere was buzzing with energy and laughter. This couldn't be like the last party I went to, right? I had to be better.
I sure hope I'm right.