[ 13 ] TMI

I woke up the next morning at eleven, and my head was pounding. My eyes opened up slowly to take in my surroundings and I felt my stomach drop when I realized this wasn't my hotel room. I shop up into a sitting position in bed and looked down at myself. At least I was still wearing all my clothes, and it looked like Giovani was being respectful by sleeping on the other bed in the room.

The Brazilian-Mexican footballer I had known all my life was lounged in his bed, shirtless, and flipping through the channels on the television which was hanging on a wall across from our beds.

He looked to my side and said in a very nonchalant tone, "You're awake."

"Why am I here?" I asked him, running a hand through my hair.

All I remembered was drinking in a bar with the Dos Santos brothers and my sister Giselle. From there on, my mind was blank. But I was sure it included more drinks, which would explain the killer head ache I was sporting. Giovani, on the other hand, looked completely fine.

A night of drinks with a girl who had never drank before was probably one of his most calm nights.

"Jona and your sister wanted the other room to themselves, if you know what I mean." He shot me a wink, along with a grin of his lips.

"But you and I didn't...?" I asked, worried.

He chuckled at the way I seemed to be very concerned. "Even drunk, you didn't surrender the v-card. Don't worry. You did say some pretty embarrassing things while you were sleeping though." At the mention of this, I felt the color drain from my face. It was the complete opposite of Giovani, who looked very entertained.

When I said nothing, he continued.

"You said I was your little choco roll." He said, and giggled like a child.

"Oh God." I face palmed myself. I didn't even attempt to deny it because I knew I had called him that before, but in the privacy of my own home, whilst talking to my sister Giselle. There was no way he could have known that unless he heard me say it, or unless Giselle told him. "You can't have taken the words of a drunk girl seriously, Giovani."

"Pfft." He snorted. "Drunks always tell the truth."

"You're delusional." I rolled my eyes at him.

"If I like you, and you like me, even though you won't admit it." He paused for a moment. "Then why won't you just go out with me?"

"Because I know you, Gio." I said to him. My eyes stared up at the ceiling as I explained because I wasn't able to face him. "I read the articles written about you. You're known for partying, drinking, and being a womanizer. I don't like that in men. I like you, and I support you because we know each other since we were kids. But I don't like what you do and some of the decisions you make. It was that behavior that got you kicked out of FC Barcelona. You could have done so well there."

He sighed, slightly frustrated. "Don't bring Barca up, Kam. That was in the past." He was frustrated because he knew I was right. He knew he could have gone far with them. He was a world champion at seventeen. He had the potential, he had the talent, he just didn't have the discipline. And that was what ended him with the Cules.

"The past is still relevant." I pointed out. "When will you ever get a chance to play on a team like that again?"

"What have you done with your life, Kam?" He asked, his tone accusing.

"I'm studying to better myself. And I work at my parents' offices." I replied simply.

"This is not a competition." Giovani groaned. "Can't you just support me? And in exchange, I promise I'll try so hard to be a better person for you."

"Gio, I really want to." I admitted.

"Then please do it." He insisted.

I bit down hard on my lip. This was Giovani, one of Mexico's most important young footballers, my childhood friend, the one I'd been in love with for years. But saying yes was harder because as much as I liked him, I knew that most of the time men didn't change their bad habits. It was very rare when they did. Though sometimes that was what love was all about...second chances. And Gio was in need of a second chance in his career, and in his personal life.

"Okay," I finally smiled at him. "But...you need to ask me properly. I want you to impress me. When we were little, I always dreamed that you would ask me in a super romantic way."

"You're so childish." He scoffed jokingly.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I stood up and stretched my arms up over my head. "I'm going back to my room. I need to change into clean clothes." The ones I was wearing smelled foul, like vomit.

When I crinkled up my nose in disgust, Gio informed me, "You threw up all over the place last night."

"I noticed." I said, nearly gagging on the smell.

Before leaving, I went to hug Gio goodbye and he commented on the terrible smell coming from my clothes. I responded by hugging him longer as a form of revenge. Then I left his hotel room in search of mine.

It wasn't very far and I twisted the doorknob on the front door, which was unlocked.

I made my way down the hall and stopped at the closed door to the bedroom. I knocked and called to the both of them, "Giselle, Jona...its me. Kamila."

"Go away, Kam!" Giselle yelled back, tiredly.

"I need to get some clothes." I explained to her. "And I need to shower. Please."

Now Jona was the one who answered. With a laugh, I heard his voice in a sleepy tone, "Oh yeah, you threw up all over the floor at the night club and got us kicked out."

"If you say so." I shrugged my shoulders. "I can't remember a thing." After a few seconds of pause, I added, "I hope you two are dressed...or covered with a blanket because I'm coming into the room. My clothes smell."

Just in case, I went pushed the door open and went into the room with my eyes closed. But when I opened them, they were both in bed together. And thankfully, there was a blanket covering them up. I felt relief wash over me. The only thing worse than seeing my own sister naked was probably seeing her naked with her boyfriend in bed. A boyfriend that was a childhood friend of mine and who I had no interest in seeing that way.

"You're so innocent." Jona laughed.

"She's probably seen Giovani's already." Giselle added jokingly.

"That's not true!" I exclaimed, and I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks.

Jona was quick to notice that his presence in my hotel room-naked-was making me uncomfortable. Made even more uncomfortable by the fact that they had actually been trying to carry on a casual conversation with me. He looked to my sister and said, not very eagerly, "I should probably go then. I don't want Kamilita to have a panic attack or something."

I quickly went to the closet, grabbed whichever clothes was available and rushed to the bathroom to give them some space to get dressed and say goodbye to each other. But when I was out of the shower, Giselle was already out of bed and dressed. There was a large grin on her face that got bigger when she saw me.

"So you and Jona are back together?" I got the conversation going.

"Yes!" She exclaimed happily. "I can't believe we ever broke up. He's perfect."

"You told him to go to hell just a year ago." I pointed out.

"That was when I didn't remember how great he is at s-"

"Too much information!" I covered my ears.

"This is why you don't have a boyfriend." Giselle pointed out. "You're too innocent."

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finally another update for this story. we are really close to part two of this story, which will take place in europe when the boys leave to participate in the olympic games. so i hope you've enjoyed this story so far. im having a lot of fun writing it.

thank you for reading.

blessings, clary <3