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"You okay?"
I wave my hand in front of the dumbstruck reporter, who couldn't stop staring at the footballer I was hanging out with, from across the room. Her mouth had almost dropped to the floor, and her eyes nearly popping out due to how wide they had been opened.
"You do realize who the fuck you were talking to, right?!" She then shouts excitedly, still shocked. I shush her and just nod. "His name's Pablo, I think." I play dumb. "PABLO MARTIN PÁEZ GAVIRA!" She corrects, still tryna register it.
"Y/N, he's the same dude you were on the verge of murdering not too long ago." She reminds, raising her brows at me. "The same dude you called an asshole twice, publicly!" She exclaims. "And now you're literally besties with him?!" She questions.
"It was just 4 drinks." I scoff. "We're far from besties." I roll my eyes. "Oh dayumn... just look at him." She then gawks at him. "Just when I thought he couldn't get any sexier than in his football jersey." She bites her lips.
"Just look at that suit! Bro's getting me all hot and bothered." She winks at him, but he obviously didn't notice. "Never expected him to be here." I shrug it off, ignoring her thirsting over him so shamelessly. "Please tell me you got his number." She says.
"Of course not-" I snort. "Why the hell not?" She asks, narrowing her eyes at me. "Because bro apologized only an hour ago, and that's also how long I've known him for." I scoff. "Besides, why the hell should I be interested in someone who basically cost me my job?" I ask.
"Because he seems to have completely forgiven you." She says, glancing over at him. "And his statement is possibly the only thing that can fetch you your job back now." She adds. "Okay, that's kinda far-fetched at this point." I roll my eyes at him.
"He probably just felt bad for me after I made a complete fool outta myself in front of the world, not once, but twice." I scoffs. "And is that why he can't take his eyes off of you anymore?" She raises her brow, a cocky smirk creeping to her face now.
I turn back to catch him staring at me, and instantly looking away.
"He probably just recognized you from the other night." I shrug, turning back to Mandy. "Don't look-" Mandy scoffs. "Now he's gonna think that we're talking about him." She then sighs. "But we ARE talking about him." I raise my brows at her.
"Yeah, but he doesn't need to know that." She scoffs. I just roll my eyes at her, but before I could say anything, Amanda quickly cuts me off, jumping around excitedly. "Woah, easy-" I calm her down a little. "What is it?" I then ask.
"He's with Diego motherfucking Fernando!" She exclaims, pointing excitedly across the room. (Random footballer I made up. He's 24, plays for Barcelona, is 5'11, and also the fuckboi of football.) "Bro, I've been crushing on him ever since I saw him play in the 2022 World Cup!" She blushes.
"Introduce me!" She then demands. "I would if I could-" I scoff. "But like I said earlier, I barely know the dude." I roll my eyes. "You're a terrible wing-woman, you know that?" She narrows her eyes at me. "Like you're any better." I retort. "Oh yeah? We'll see about that." She smirks evilly.
"Uh oh, Manda, I know that look, and whatever it is that you're planning to do, Ima need you to stop." I warn. "In order to prove my worth wing-woman skills, let's play this little game I like to play." She smiles. "Dear god..." I sigh, knowing exactly what was gonna happen.
"Haaaave you met Y/N." She says in a sing-song voice, rubbing her palms against one another, looking for a suitable date to set me up with. "First off, Have You Met Ted sounds a lot cooler." I try to distract her.
"And secondly, I'm not interested in--" I continue, but she had already acquired a target. "Hi!" She greets a random dude who was already crying his eyes out. "Have you met Y/N?" She then smiles, pointing to me and then walking away.
"Hi..." I greet the dude awkwardly. "Let me guess, you're Y/N?" He sniffles a little blowing his nose. "Unfortunately." I sigh under my breath. "What?" He asks, tearing up a little. "I said, yes! That would be me." I grin, correcting my words. "My aunt's name was Y/N." He informs.
"She died last month."
