see you later // Pablo Gavi

Chapter 31

𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔, 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍. I'm just, honestly, a bit shattered at his refusal, it seems, to just freaking ask me out. I've gone on basically dates with him, but there is something in him that just is afraid to make it official. Afraid to let us be able to finally kiss. And hug normally. And have our hand clasped regularly. And tell each other things about us that we would never say if we weren't dating.

Unless I'm just imagining it, and he doesn't actually like me at all.

Either way, I'm mad at him about all of it.

Right now, I'm leaning against the bus window. We're heading back to Barcelona. Away from Madrid. Away from Madrid, where I cried twice. Over a boy. I think for me, it is good we're leaving. Pedri is sitting next to me. I haven't even glanced at Gavi, and when I entered the bus, before Gavi could even open his mouth to say anything to me, I said loudly to Pedri, "Hey, Pedri, can I sit next to you the ride back?" I made sure Gavi heard.

Pedri looked surprised at this, and even glanced at Gavi in confusion and concern, before saying, "Uh, yeah, sure, I guess. Sounds good to me. You want window or aisle?"

"Window, please," I said, slipping into the seat. There is Pedri in between me and Gavi. And I want it to stay that way. At least for now. I can't deal with him.

Gavi has been texting me, over and over and over. He just sent another one, a few minutes ago. I haven't opened any of them. I glance to Pedri, who is laying, his head back, his earbuds in, looking either asleep or just blocking out the world. Either way, not focused on me. I don't have to worry about him leaning over my shoulder, looking at my phone. I mean, who knows? Pedri might be sneaky and do something like that.

I finally open Gavi's train of texts, holding my breath, a little scared to read them. Will he be mad at me? I don't know how Gavi's temper is off the pitch, but I've seen his temper flare up pretty hot, on the pitch, while playing football. And if I matter to him as much as football, you never know.

And honestly, the thought of Gavi being angry at me deeply scares me. And stresses me out. Because I would never want him to be mad at me, despite the fact that I'm mad at him.

I'm surprised to really see how the texts look.

𝖲𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖸𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗍 6:10 𝖯.𝖬.
𝖦𝖺𝗏𝗂:
𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖼 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌?

𝖲𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖸𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗍 6:15 𝖯.𝖬.
𝖦𝖺𝗏𝗂:
𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽. 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅?

𝖦𝖺𝗏𝗂 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗍 6:17 𝖯.𝖬.

𝖲𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖸𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗍 6:20 𝖯.𝖬.
𝖦𝖺𝗏𝗂:
𝖤𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾?
𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒
𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖤𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋