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"Hey, wait!"
I just turn back, letting my eyes scan the brunette's well-built body from head to toe, analyzing his body language, and studying his expressions. "What is it?" I ask him dryly. "Uh... no thank you for getting you your job back?" Pablo asks, a little confused, and a little annoyed.
"I never would've gotten up to this point if it weren't for you in the first place." I roll my eyes at him. "Hey, I thought we were cool." He raises his hands, defenseless. "Drunk me was cool." I correct, not exactly thrilled to be feeling like a damsel in fucking distress.
Especially if my knight in shining armor is the very person who endangered me in the first place-
"Look, consider this my way of making it up to you, okay? It's the least I could do." He sighs, genuinely guilty. "Yeah, but actually, you didn't do shit." I snap. "I mean, fine, I didn't lose my job, thanks to your statement and stuff..." I start.
"But having a job isn't the same as working." I roll my eyes. "I might be a journalist, but no one's ever gonna read my articles anymore." I point out. "Not for a very long time, at least." I then add, crossing my arms. "You might have explained things to my firm..." I take in a deep breath.
"But to the world, I'll always be the desperate bitch who couldn't take rejection well, and savagely attacked the golden boy of football." I throw my arms up in the air, frustrated. "But that's not even what happened-" He scoffs.
"Tell that to the world." I sigh, tired of the continual hate-mails I kept receiving. "Well, maybe if they see us hanging out a couple of times, without cursing at each other or fighting, maybe they'll let it go?" He concludes after a minute.
"Or maybe they'll assume that this is another one of my 'publicity' stunts." I roll my eyes. "Why care about what the others have to say?" He shrugs, referring to the conversation we had last night. "Because unfortunately, when it concerns my work, I have no option but to care." I reply.
"Now all I gotta do is to figure out how to spend the rest of my time here, before I can finally move back to Y/O/P." I mumble. "Aw c'mon, don't do that." He scoffs. "You only just got here." He adds. "Yeah, and I'm stuck here for 2 years." I frown, remembering the terms and conditions that my contract stated.
"Pretty sure this will pass before 2 weeks." He says confidently. "How can you be so sure about it?" I ask. "Uh, because it's not the first time something like this has happened here. And most definitely not the worst." He chuckles wryly.
"There's worse things that have happened?" I ask, surprised. "Way worse." He answers. "But you don't see people talk about all that anymore." He shrugs. "Why not?" I wonder aloud. "Well, mostly because worse things happen, and all the attention goes over there instead." He says.
"But also because all the people want is a show to distract them from their own pathetic lives." He adds. "They'll get bored of it." He shrugs. "When I first started playing officially for a club, the first lesson taught to me was to not let anyone get to you." He starts.
"Sure, I've not quite mastered that skill yet..." He then admits. "But there are all sorts of people in this world. Some will like you, some will not. You can't please everyone." He scoffs. "You're honestly not as stupid as you look." I remark after a minute, thinking about what he just said.
"Ouch?" He replies, unsure on how to react to that. "It's a compliment." I tell him. "You said I look stupid-" He scoffs. "But I also called you smart." I point out. "Sure, that's uh... One way to look at it." He mumbles, still pretty confused.
"Look, I kinda have to go now..." He then says, checking his phone which just buzzed. "But incase you change your mind, I'll be at practice later today." He then adds. "Feel free to come by." He smiles politely, before rushing away.
"Wait, was this the purpose of the entire speech you just gave me?" I raise my brow at him, somewhat honored. "You really love flattering yourself now, don't you?" He playfully rolls his eyes. I just smile and shrug, chuckling a little. "Does that mean you'll come?" He then asks.
"I'll think about it."
