"I still can't believe you're friends with Paulo Dybala. First Morata, and now Dybala? You do have the charms, don't you?" Valerie shook her head in amusement.
"Friends? Dybala, maybe. Morata, fuck no," I said. It had been four days since the night I met them at the parking lot.
"What's the deal between you and Morata though?" She said as she bit through a ham sandwich.
"Ask Paulo. I already explained it to him," I was slowly getting annoyed by the topic.
"How can you dislike Morata though? I mean, come on. With features like that, it's impossible to dislike him."
I sent a glare over to her for her remark, hoping she would drop the topic already. "I just don't like guys like him, okay?" I dismissed her and went to my room.
My phone made a buzzing sound and my hand instantly picked it up, my mind only catching up seconds later. I received a text from an unknown number.
+39 0907 2310 78: hola bella
+39 0907 2310 78: can i call you bella?
What the hell? My mind was racing with a lot of different thoughts, a lot of them way more important than some freak texting me in the middle of the night. I replied without thinking any further.
You: who is this?
+39 0907 2310 78: it's the guy you hate the most
Who the fuck...... oh.
You: Morata?
+39 0907 2310 78: oh please call me álvaro
You: fuck off
You: where did you even get my number
+39 0907 2310 78: chill out bella
+39 0907 2310 78: paulo gave it to me
+39 0907 2310 78: you know, i'm impressed. you and paulo exchanging numbers already? on the first night? wow
+39 0907 2310 78: you do have the charms
You: ew stop flirting with me
You: besides, you sound like my sister
+39 0907 2310 78: what makes you think i'm flirting with you?
You: you gave me a nickname
+39 0907 2310 78: so? everyone calls you bella
You: that doesn't mean you can
You: just call me isabella
+39 0907 2310 78: whatever bella
You: fuck off álvaro
You: i'm going to bed
You: i need peace
+39 0907 2310 78: ok then buenas noches bella
I left him on read and didn't reply anymore. I knew that there was only one way for him to stop bothering me for good. I didn't like the idea at first, but God knows it was the only solution at the moment. I picked my phone up once again and decided to text Paulo.
You: hi paulo
Paulo: ciao isabella:)
You: can we meet tomorrow?
Paulo: sure
Paulo: if this is about me giving your number away to álvaro, i can explain
You: no, it's not that
Paulo: oh ok then
You: i'll come to vinovo tomorrow and we can go together
Paulo: okay i'll be done by 1 pm
Paulo: hasta mañana isabella:)
You: a domani paulo:)
The only way to get rid of Álvaro was to date his best friend.
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twisted » á. morata & p. dybala
Fanfiction"Maybe the only way to cure my addiction is to let myself get addicted to something else. To someone else." ❊ ❊ ❊ ❊ ❊ The first ever Dybata fanfiction in English.
