[ quatre ] in which he sends her a present 

Marc called the delivery place to make sure everything was ready for Ashey's gift. Gerard had offered a suggestion that she might like...if she were a Barcelona fan. But since she wasn't, he was forced to think of an alternative plan.

Still, he thought the idea wasn't bad.

"Make sure you tell her the gift is from Marc Bartra." He reminded.

"Yes." The person said from the other line.

He thought about dropping by her house to see what her reaction to the present would be, but then he decided against it. If her reaction was bad, he was sure she would probably throw the present in his face without hesitation.

Marc decided to keep a safe distance and text her instead.

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Not even two days after her encounter with the football star came a knock on her door from a delivery person. “Is this where Miss Ashley lives?” He tried his best at pronouncing her first name fluently, but being a Spaniard, he had failed.

Still, Ashley nodded, “Yes, its me.”

“You have a package from Mr. Marc Bartra.” He informed her and handed her a box wrapped in FC Barcelona gift packaging which she rolled her eyes at.

Shutting the door behind her, she took the package towards the couch where she had been watching a soap opera and she debated whether she should open it or not. Knowing from her first encounter with him, she was sure his gift for her would probably be something completely obnoxious.

But curiosity was her strongest emotion in the end and she found herself unwrapping the large cubed shaped box.

Opening it up, she saw a blaugrana striped jersey shirt folded neatly inside. It was facing down so that she could see a name written across in yellow lettering; BARTRA. On top of the shirt was also a folded sheet of paper, which she picked up and opened, her eyes scanning the page.

“The jersey of a real winner to replace the shitty one I messed up.” Said the note.

Ashley picked the jersey up in annoyance and rolled it into a ball, throwing it carelessly to the other side of the couch she was sitting on just as Valerie walked into the room with a bowl of diced fruit. The jersey nearly hit her friend and she watched it curiously. Her eyes read the name on the shirt and she asked, "Did Marc send you this?"

With a shrug, Ashley lied. "I think its for you."

Valerie squealed, picking up the jersey. "I know its for you. Why won't you just go out with the poor guy? He's practically begging."

"I-"

"Don't date Barca boys." Valerie finished with a roll of her eyes. "I don't understand why though. Its not like it'll kill you."

Ashley opened her mouth to argue when her eyes looked back down at the box. When she did that, she noticed a second shirt there. But this one was one she recognized and loved. It was white and had royal blue lettering on it. This shirt was also facing down so that she could see the name RONALDO on it.

Attatched to this one was another sheet of paper which she quickly picked up and opened.

“You probably threw my Barcelona jersey across the room, didn't you? One day you'll be wearing a jersey with my name on the back, but for now, here’s the real replacement shirt. Now that we’re even, how about a date? I know how you feel about Barcelona footballers and I'm letting you know I'll keep insisting. --Marc.” She read.

And she couldn’t help but smile to herself. "This guy doesn't give up."

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another short chapter.

but here it is.

anyway, happy halloween everyone. i'm just saying it now because i most likely won't update anything or i won't be on as much tomorrow cause i'm going out with my sister and cousin.

we're gonna go trick-or-treating. 

and we're gonna go eat at buffalo wild wings.

so have a good halloween and get lots of candy, my lovelies. 

and to those of you who live in countries who don't celebrate it, have a very happy october 31st. and to my mexican paisanitos, feliz dia de los muertos on november 2nd. 

i love you.

-clary xx