[ 6 ] The Hotel

As we approached the forest of Chapultepec, Giovani recieved a text message from one of his team mates. It was Marco Fabian, from Chivas de Guadalajara. Not wanting to take his eyes off the road, he grabbed his cellphone from his pocket and handed it to me. "Answer it, please." He asked.

I took the phone from him and typed in his password.

The text message popped up on the screen and I clicked on it.

marco (+52 2397 0103): they changed plans. the presidential security team doesn't want a bunch of cars going into the residence.

giovani (+52 1254 2283): so?

marco (+52 2397 0103): we'll be meeting up at the hotel instead and then a bus will get us to the presidential palace.

giovani (+52 1254 2283): okay.

I clicked on the lock button to shut the screen off and turned to Giovani. "Your friend Marco says there was a change in plans. They want to meet up at the hotel first and then we're all coming here by bus."

He sighed. "Alright." They had been already past the city limits and close to entering the forest. Giovani turned back the car and headed into the city, where we stopped at a nice hotel. In the lobby, some of his friends were waiting to check in, some were accompanied by their girlfriends or wives.

I knew all of them from seeing them on my television, but they had no way of knowing me. As we approached them with our belongings, one of his team mates grinned at him. He was Jorge Chaton Enriquez from Club Guadalajara. He was accompanied by someone as well, but blurted out almost instantly the moment we were within ear shot, "I thought you said you didn't have a girlfriend, pinche mentiroso." Fucking liar, his friend called him.

To which Giovani responded with, "I don't. Our moms kind of forced us together because Kam used to have a huge crush on me."

I blushed at his words, arguing, "I did not!"

He dragged me along to greet the rest of his team mates, to which he introduced me as: the girl who had the biggest crush on me.

Then he was given a room key and we took the elevator with some of the rest of the guys and their girlfriends to our floor. Being around the other girlfriends was the toughest part. All of them were so used to being around important footballers while I was nervous about it the entire time.

Of all twenty three of them, only one was the first to make conversation. "Hey." She told me with a bright smile on the way to one of the top floors.

"Hello." I greeted back.

"You're Gio's girlfriend, aren't you?" She asked.

I quickly shook my head in response. "We're just friends."

"Right." She giggled as though she didn't believe me. "Well, I'm Paola, Diego's girlfriend. He plays for Club America. And don't worry about the other girlfriends. They don't like to be the ones to talk first. But I'm sure they'll like you."

I let out a breath of relief. "I thought they hated me or something. I heard some WAGs are ruthless."

Paola shrugged. "That depends."

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Raul's girlfriend Paloma likes to be the prettiest of the group. If she thinks you're prettier than her, she will flip out and destroy you." Paola explained in a bit of a whisper. "She once threw punch all over my new white dress at a dinner party because she thought I was trying to outclass her."

I gulped in worry. "Then I'd better stay out of her way."

The doors to the elevator opened on our floor and I waved goodbye to Paola. Giovani and I walked down the hall to our suite and he slid the room key in to open the door. I was marvelled at how luxurious and beautiful everything was. Giovani left our things by one of the couches and plopped himself down on it. "You should go shower first because I want to rest for a bit."

"What do you mean?" I asked. When it all sank in, I added, "Wait. We'll be sharing this suite?"

"Yeah." He replied, closing his chocolate brown eyes.

"I want my own suite." I demanded.

Giovani snorted at my words. "Goodluck finding one. We reserved these almost two weeks ago. Had I known my mom was going to force you on me, I would have gotten you one."

"Okay." I quickly reached forward and grabbed my luggage. In the next few seconds, I was making a run for the one bedroom. "I call the bedroom. You can have the couch."

"Hey wait!" He called from the living room. "That's unfair. You got a head start."

But I was already in the bedroom. I threw my luggage on the bed and hurried into the bathroom to take a shower before he could begin protesting.

I got out twenty minutes later with a towel around my head and a gasp escaped my lips when I saw him laying down in bed. "Its about time you got out of there, Kam." He said, his eyes glued to the television screen.

"Oh my gosh!" I shouted in shock. "Get out!"

Giovani got out of bed and went for the bathroom, "I need to shower too." And he left me in the room by myself.

I grabbed my luggage off the floor where Giovani had put it after laying down and I unzipped it to grab my dress and shoes. Then I went into the empty closet in the bedroom and used it as a dressing room. I quickly dried my hair with one of the towels, put lotion on my body, and slipped into a black vintage swing dress and black pumps. Since the dinner was for the national team, I wore a pin with green gems on it. After brushing out my long hair, I styled it into a bun and I was ready to go.

From the bathroom door, I heard Gio calling out to me. "Kam! You took all the hotel towels. Can you get me the one I brought in my luggage?"

"Why should I?" I challenged jokingly.

"Because if you don't, I'll go get it myself." He threatened. "Although...you might enjoy that."

I rolled my eyes at him. Stepping out of the closet, I went to get his luggage and searched his belongings until I found it. When I grabbed it, I was horrified to see there were condoms in his luggage. "Ay Gio!" I yelled, "What the hell? You're such a pervert!"

"What?" He asked from the other side of the bathroom door, confused.

"You brought condoms, pinche cochino!" I told him, "What would your mother think of this?"

"They aren't for you!" He yelled. "I told you I didn't know you were coming!"

"Entonces que?" Then what? "You were going to get it from some prostitute?"

"That was the idea." He replied, matter-of-factly. "Now will you please bring me my towel, or will I have to go get it myself?" He asked, and the knob on the bathroom door twisted.

When he opened the door just a crack, I sprang forward and pushed the towel into his hand. "Here, take it!" I closed my eyes, but there was a part of me that wanted to take a peek.

"That's what I thought." He chuckled.

"Oh my gosh," I mumbled under my breath. "I'm staying in the same room with a pervert."

"I heard that." He said from inside the bathroom.

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yay, an update. i actually don't have much to say today. OTHER THAN THE FACT THAT CHIVAS IS NUMBER ONE ON THE LIGA MX CHART FOR A SECOND WEEK IN A ROW. i am so proud of my boys. i know we can get out of relegation because we won't let 108 years of history and titles die. that would be like letting a piece of mexico die. we will not allow it. there are those who claim tradition will be the downfall of chivas because they refuse to hire foreign players, but i say no. tradition can never hurt us. tradition can only serve to make us stronger. so yeah. thank you for reading and voting. i love you.

-clary xx