[ five ] 

x-xxx-xxx-xxxx: why would you date him? 

america: that's none of your business.

america: get lost, erick. seriously.

erick: give me another chance, ami. 

erick: you could come visit me in los angeles on the weekends. i'll pay for everything.

erick: or i could visit you when i have vacation time.

america: no. why don't you go back to one of the other million girls you dated after me? some of them were so desperate, they'd probably date you again just for their second share of fifteen minutes in the spotlight.

erick: you were so far away from me, america. you live in mexico city and i lived in gdl. i was only eighteen and you were seventeen. i was scared that you'd think our love wasn't worth the long distance.

erick: i thought you deserved someone who could be there with you, in person. you know we could only see each other once a week, or less. 

erick: how was i going to know you were the one back then?

america: the fact we were young had nothing to do with it.

america: and distance wasn't an issue for me. i didn't care that you couldn't visit me often because i loved you.

america: the real problem was you would never listen to me.

america: you never cared what i had to say.

america: and we fought way too much to ever have a working relationship.

She knew her words were justified. America remembered an occasion when her mother had been sick in the hospital and he made her feel worse by asking her if she was okay with him going to have Starbucks with a friend. A friend who was a girl.

Just the two of them.

America told him she would prefer if he didn't go, she had a bad feeling about this friend. But he blamed her for being a jealous girlfriend and went anyway.

Not three days later, she saw photos of him kissing another girl and that afternoon he broke up with America. Though, she should have known the relationship was doomed from the start when they would break-up every Sunday, only to get back together the following Monday. America hated crying herself to sleep on a weekly basis and she almost ended up failing Math her senior year of high school because of the lack of sleep on Mondays.

erick: you're the only one i have ever truly loved.

america: pfft. how many did you offer that line to?

america: look erick. i'm over it. this is probably why a person who cheers for Club America shouldn't date a guy who plays for Chivas.

erick: a stupid football rivalry shouldn't separate us.

america: it didn't. you separated us.

*x-xxx-xxx-xxxx number blocked* 

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That night, Oscar was going to get into bed where he would most likely message America for hours on end until he couldn't keep his eyes open. Suddenly, his notifications were spammed by his fans and he didn't know why until he opened up his twitter app.

erickestefano15 is now following you! 

Oscar didn't seem to recognize his name, but his fans did and they were going into a frenzy.

emboabagirl006: omfg, if @oscar11 and @erickestefano15 follow each other on twitter i'm gonna scream. #lovethem

cubotorresfans: this might just be the very thing that makes my entire life. @erickestefano15 @oscar11 following each other. 

chelseachivas: THEY NEED TO MEET AND BECOME BESTFRIENDS. omfg. @oscar11 @erickestefano15 #bromance

He clicked on the username of his new follower and was directed to his profile. Oscar saw that the boy was a twenty-one year old footballer from Mexico who was currently playing in the MLS with a team called Chivas USA. When he saw Erick's profile picture, he finally recognized him. "Ah, he's that boy from the u20 national team. The one we eliminated in the Colombia World Cup." He muttered to himself, finding the Mexican footballer's face to be familiar.

His finger hovered over the follow button for a second before he finally clicked it.

Almost a minute later, he got a message from his new follower.

erickestefano15: stay away from america.

oscar11: the country...?

oscar11: or...?

erickestefano15: chistosito -.- (tr: very funny -.-)

erickestefano15: america hernandez. she's my girlfriend.

oscar11: no she isn't. she loves me.

erickestefano15: i was with her long before you came along. you can even ask her. america and i are in love.

oscar11: well i've known her for a while now and she never mentioned you.

erickestefano15: don't be stupid.

erickestefano15: do you think she would tell you she has a boyfriend?

erickestefano15: she was probably keeping it a secret because she wanted to secure a more famous footballer boyfriend.

oscar11: america isn't like that.

oscar11: and in any case, can you blame her? if i'm better than you...

erickestefano15: you are not better than me. i am the best young player in mexico, and you are only second to neymar.

oscar11: and even considering that, i have the u20 world cup title from the tournament my team eliminated you in. AND i have america's love. AND i play in england. while your greatest achievement has been the MLS.

erickestefano15: for your information, i played for the number one team in mexico. my skills are just as good as yours and i could beat you any day, no matter what team you play for.

erickestefano15: but that's beside the point. we're getting sidetracked.

erickestefano15: stay away from my girlfriend.

oscar11: or what?

erickestefano15: there will be trouble.

oscar11: is that a threat?

erickestefano15: not a threat. its a warning.

And just like that, Oscar immediately knew he and this other footballer would never get along. He was clearly out to separate him and America. Oscar wanted to trust that she loved him and would never lie to him, but he was also starting to doubt.

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oooh.

cubo and oscar have finally made contact with each other and evil cubo has planted the seeds of doubt in our brazilian friend :o

will he believe cubo?

or will he believe america?

will she finally tell him the truth?

or will oscar keep putting it off?

find out in the next chapter of catfished! thank you so much for reading and voting. it means a lot and just know i read all your comments, even though i might not get to reply to all of them ^.^

i love you all.

-clary xx