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"BUT IT'S THE TURIN DEBRY! YOU have to come, you have no choice, I already bought you and Selina tickets. Plus, don't you want to see me play on the pitch again?" Paulo begged Nita, Saturday morning. Paulo was finally able to play again since pulling his hamstring January 6th. Since then, Nita made Selina and Paulo hang out alone. If she would spend her life with Paulo know, Selina needed to as well. She wasn't worried or anything, Selina wasn't that type of friend.
Nita rolled her eyes. "That's why we have a tv, Paulo. Do I really have to?" she asked him, she knew she had to. Not for Paulo, but for her over-obsessed football fan known as her best friend, Selina. When Paulo and Selina hung out last week, he enjoyed it. He loved talking to someone about his passion, and Selina was the right person. That didn't mean that Nita didn't talk about football with him.
Nita wasn't the type of person to like anything related to sports-talk to her about cooking shows, and Nita could go on and on about MasterChef-plus, when it did come to football, especially La Liga, Real Madrid was the one for Nita. She dreamed of meeting Nacho Fernández and touching his beard. Nita loved his beard.
Which sometimes caused arguments between Nita and Paulo-since Paulo loved and looked up to Lionel Messi and Fc Barcelona. They both knew that the arguments meant nothing and had no impact, but Nita loved fighting with people that like Fc Barcelona-it gave her joy, no matter what anyone said, she knew that Real Madrid is the best football club in the world.
"Yes, you have to. Why can't you be like Selina? She loves football, how can't you?" Paulo joked, Nita thought nothing of it, but it stayed in her mind. She laughed it off. But she shouldn't of have, Selina and Nita were best friends since the first grade of elementary school, but her whole life, she's always been compared to Nita, even by her own mother, father, and grandmother.
"Because Paulo, football is the most boring thing to watch. You know I prefer American Football over your football-plus, you know I'll only watch it if it's a Real Madrid match and Nacho's playing," she joked back-she hated American Football and never got the point of it. And, what kind of European would she be if she didn't like football?
"Okay. Don't do it for me, but please, do it for the children," he told Nita. She gave her boyfriend a look. Whenever Paulo wanted something and Nita would disagree with him, he would pull that card. Paulo would bring their unborn children into it. Of course, Nita would always give in. Even after many times of her telling herself she wouldn't let Paulo have his way, he wasn't a child anymore.
Nita sighed. "Fine, I'll come watch your stupid match tomorrow. I don't even know why I have to come, you're a substitute! What's the point of me watching the game that you won't even play in?" she asked Paulo who rolled his eyes.
"You're so annoying. If you're going to be stuck with me for the rest of my life, I'm going to force you to watch our matches. You have to know everything about Juventus. But that won't be hard, Selina can help you. I'll make her explain everything happening during the match," Paulo told her and Nita shook her head.
"She already tries to teach me, Paulo," she said. "You're going to be late for your training, do you want me to drive you-in my new car," she smiled, with excitement. Paulo had gotten her a regular Grey C-Class Mercedes as a late birthday present and to thank her for giving him the blessing of becoming a father-something Antonella could never do.
Paulo shook his head. "It's okay, you stay home and rest. I asked Mattia to come pick me up," he told her, laughing at her look of happiness.
"Mattia?" Nita asked. She didn't know of any Mattia. "Who's Mattia?"
"Mattia De Sciglio, see if you would ever listen to me, you'd know that he plays for Juventus," Paulo shook his head. Right on time, Mattia texted Paulo that he arrived. Paulo gave Nita a kiss and left her. "Ciao."
Nita gave a faint goodbye as he closed their bedroom door. Nita went on Instagram, she first searched up his name on Google, then stalked his Instagram. "Fuck, he's beautiful."
*
Nita groaned. It was 2 p.m and Paulo had already left, leaving Selina and Nita alone. It was awkward, it wasn't like before. You would think, just because Nita was now a WAG of Selina's favourite football team, things wouldn't change. Things did change. Nita couldn't sense it, but Selina was jealous.
"Are you going to marry Paulo?" Selina asked out of the blue. Nita looked at Selina and gave her a weird look. "No, where did you get that from?" Nita chuckled.
Selina shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just wondering. You know how we've been planning our wedding's since we were little girls. I can't wait for ours with Paulo. That's going to be amazing," she told Nita.
"How do you know I'm going to marry Paulo?" she said. "That's non-sense, Selina, you take things too far," she shook her head.
"You're carrying his babies, you're living with him, you're dating him. The final step is to get married and give him another child the natural way," Selina winked. Nita blushed.
"Shut up and get up. Let's go to the game," Nita sighed and putting on her oversized Paulo home jersey. Selina squealed. "Yes!"
"Awe man, Paulo's a sub," Selina frowned when they got their box, a different seat box then some of the WAG's. Nita mentally rolled her eyes. Shut up, Selina.
"Awe, there's Mattia," Nita smiled. Selina furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Nita who was staring at Mattia.
"You like Mattia?" Selina asked. Nita shook her head. "No, I just find him attractive. Don't tell Paulo, though," she laughed and joked.
It was the 65th minute, they were winning 0-1 from a goal by Alex Sandro. Mattia fouled another player and got a yellow card. Why is he so hot when he's mad? Also in the 65th minute, Paulo got subbed on for Douglas Costa. Selina squealed. "Bae's on!" she said, Nita gave her a look. "You know I'm kidding," she playfully rolled her eyes but she wasn't kidding.
The match ended 0-1, it wasn't the greatest Turin Derby played, but Turin was still Juventus'.
Selina sighed. "I got to go, I can't stay to meet the players but next match, okay? Bye Nita! I'll see you soon, I love you, say goodbye to Paulo for me," she said. She had a night session for University, becoming a lawyer was hard. Nita smiled. As soon as she left, she sighed and rolled her eyes. She found Paulo waiting in the car outside of the private parking.
She entered the car, Paulo didn't say anything. Nita assumed that he was just upset. He looked upset, like something was bothering him. When they finally reached home, Nita asked, "Paul-"
"You think Mattia is hot? Do you want me to hook you guys up?"
