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"Pedri." Marcella giggled. "I have to rehearse."

"Five more minutes."

The sound of smacking lips echoed throughout the abandoned classroom. Pedri was on top of Marcella, pinning her down against the sofa as he traced hot kisses down her neck.

"Pedri." She sighed. "We're gonna get caught."

"No ones coming." He grunted. "Do you want me to put it in?"

Marcella had her thighs wrapped around his waist, putting pressure in the right places. Pedri could feel his erection growing stiff beneath him.

"Put what, in where?" Marcella's face was flushed by the heat generated between them. She looked beautiful, Pedri thought. She looked sexy.

"Don't make me spell it out for you." He chuckled. "My dick, Marcella. Can I put it in, I brought condoms."

"Oh."

Her shoulders fell, along with her hands that had been cupping each side of his face. "Only, if you want to, of course. " He was quick to ad. However Marcella squirmed beaneath him, wanting space to sit up. Pedri backed off, giving her the space.

"I...." She stood, smoothening out her skirt that had crawled up her thighs. "I should rehearse. Señor Garcia won't be happy if I don't know my part."

"Marcella?" Pedri watched her make way towards the piano, he sat back on the sofa. "You know that you can tell me."

She looked up from her hands, hands that were pressing down on a soft chord. "Tell you what?"

"If you've never....you know?"

"Yes?"

Pedri sighed, she was gonna make him spell it out for her. "Tell me that you're a virgin."

Marcella cringed and rightfully so. "Why do you make it sound serious, like a disease or something?"

Pedri stood and made his way over to the piano. Marcella made room for him to sit next to her. "It's not a disease." He said, playfully nudging her side. "And it's not a big deal. But it's good if you're honest with me. That way I can make sure that your first time is special."

She cringed again.

Pedri laughed. "I should let you rehearse."

"Please "

He laughed again. It was nice, laughing with Marcella. They had been inseparable since the party. Now that Marcella knew his secret he didn't have to hide anymore. With her he was sincere, the real version of himself.

"I liked your song." She said and began playing a cheerful melody on the piano.

"You mean our song?"

"No." She chuckled. "The other one, the one you wrote me."

Yes, Pedri wrote Marcella a song. He had been feeling amazing for the past few weeks, a newfound energy. Mainly thanks to Marcella, who had no problem storing his insulin needles in her locker, this way making sure that Pedri recived the right amount each day.

Apperently Marcella's late cousin had also struggled with diabetes. She had learned alot about the disease when her cousin used to live with Marcella and her family. Unfortunately her cousin also stuggled with alchol abuse and passed away after falling into a hyperosmolar coma two years ago. Her family still kept a few of her cousins insulin pens a the house. It's what saved Pedri's life that night of the party. Marcella recognized the symptoms of Pedri's hypoglycemic seizure and knew exactly what to do.

Pedri was feeling great now that his insulin levels were balanced. He gained back some weight, increasing his muscle mass. Matter of fact, he felt so great that one night when he and Marcella were facetiming, Pedri, half naked in front of his bathroom mirror, couldn't help but to break out in song, pretending that his toothbrush was the microphone he used to serenade his girlfriend with.

"How did the song go again.....Mi queridaaa!!!"

"Stop it." He slapped a hand over Marcella's mouth, preventing more of his embarrassing lyrics to escape. It didn't stop her from singing though, her lips tickling the palm of Pedri's hand. They went on like that, Marcella teasing Pedri until he was saved by the bell.

"Gonzalez!"

Pedri's mind was still in the clouds during training, at the expense of his teammates and coach.

"Gonzalez!" His coach hissed, a vein visible in his temple.

Pedri missed his shot at the goal and ran over to his coach following his embarrassing mistake.

"Didn't you hear me calling?"

"Sorry coach."

Steam looked to escape his ears. Nevertheless he found his composure, his gritted teeth transforming into a very large smile. He said, "They want you kid."

"Who?"

"The people at Sevilla. They want to make you an offer as soon as possible if you're willing."

"Sevilla?" Pedri repeated, suprised that the name did not awake much existment within him.

"It's a top team Pedri. A La Liga team. Why aren't you running home to tell your parents to pack your bags?"

Coach was right, this was huge. The start of his football career, this could be it. However, Pedri couldn't leave, not now. Not when things were perfect.

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"Marcella Adade. You're dumping me for Marcella Adade?"

Pedri rolled his eyes. "Give it a rest Rosie. We were never together."

It was another day, same sharade. Ever sense Rosie found out about Pedri and Marcella she had been getting on his nerves about it, trying to convince him that he was making a great mistake betraying her.

"What about our plans?"

"What plans?" He frowned. Pedri stood in the parking lot, leaning against his car as he waited for Pablo and Marcella's class to end.

"Our plans." Rosie presisted. "You and me, living life together in Barcelona."

Pedri chuckled. It was a promise made after a reckless night spent together. Pedri had promised to bring Rosie with him once he moved to the city of Barcelona to play professional football. It was his life long dream, apperently it was hers too.

"I'm sorry Rosie, but I'm with Marcella now."

She snorted. "Whatever. Just know that no one dumps me."

He was tempted to watch her red bottoms strut away, but just then Pablo was seen emerging out of the school building, Marcella at his heels. Pedri smiled. "How was your day kids?"

Pablo flipped him off, circlating the car, getting into the backseat. Pedri stepped up, holding the door open for Marcella as the passenger seat was now reserved for her.

"A gentleman." She giggled.

"For you, I'll be anything."

"Ugh!" Pablo was making hurling noise as the three of them settled into the car. "Can we just drive home in peace. Please?"

Pedri drove them home, dropping Pablo off at his house whilst he and Marcella planned to study at hers.

"I think Gavi hates me more now." She said, once they brought out their books, spreading them across her bedroom floor.

"Meh." Pedri shrugged. "He'll learn to live with it."

"Maybe."

"Hey." Marcella's chin dropped. Pedri scooted closer, reaching out to caress her cheek. "Pablo is my best friend. If I care for you so will he."

She gave him a half hearted smile. It was enough for him to lean forward and kiss her.

"I've been meaning to tell you."

"Tell me."

Pedri was busy tracing kisses along her exposed collarbone, nipping at the skin. He took pride in the way it required effort for Marcella to get the words out, seeing as he was distracting her.

"I think I'm ready." She mumbled.

"Reader for what?"

Pedri allowed his head to drop to her chest, nuzzling his face between her breasts.

"To have sex."

He seized to nuzzle, raising his head to meet her gaze.

She was biting the corner of her lip, yet looking determined.

He swallowed. "Right now?"

Marcella nodded, head moving slowly. "Like, right now."