Real storie. BTS the portuguese professional soccer – P3
Chapter 5
The last few hours had been both exciting and exhausting, at least for me. I couldn’t believe the way these women dressed or acted towards each other. I remember when we were younger, Pedro saying that when we were successful we would move to a big house, travel here and there and that he would fill me with gifts all the time. That he really just wanted to give me a better life even though it wasn’t his obligation. I’ve always fought for what I wanted. I’ve always liked to deserve what I have. Today, when I looked and found myself in the middle of the Trophy Wives Group, I felt that, for the first time, I didn’t deserve to be where I was. Although I had tried to disguise it, I felt bad. Embarrassed. Because on one side there were them, with their expensive clothes and blinding hair, and on the other side was me, in simple leggings, painted face and a football jersey. And these two worlds just don’t fit together.
Liana kept me company until the end of the game and said goodbye saying that she was looking forward to seeing me again. Without really knowing why, I believed her. It seemed to me, of all, the most normal.
– And you saw when Cardoso passed me the ball and… – Pedro was recounting the whole experience, in the car, while we were heading home.
I was super excited and at first I tried to keep up with all his energy and happiness. The truth is that every time I saw him with the ball at his feet during the game, my heart almost jumped out of my mouth. But then I remembered where I was and forced myself not to express that happiness as I once would. For this reason, I answered her only with brief smiles and “huhuns” formulated between teeth while cursing Telma for not having gone with me.
As soon as we got to that sample of the apartment we live in, and went up the elevator, Pedro gave me a wet and long kiss by the door and smiled at me openly.
– Thank you, Barbara, for being part of my dream.
That sentence tore me apart. There he was, happy for all that he had achieved with his effort and sweat, and I thought of nothing but those arrogant and overly spoiled women. I decided to lock those thoughts away deeply, at least for the rest of the night, and focus on what really mattered: this wonderful man in front of me, who loved me and wanted to share this moment with me.
Pedro opened the door and put his sports bag on the floor, next to the wall, and then stretched. After leaving the backpack on the sofa I went to the bathroom, where I wiped my face with the wipes to remove my makeup and, inevitably, I imagined myself with painted lips, that wonderful scratch on my eyes and some false eyelashes. I let out a little giggle, that was never going to be me.
– Do you mind if I take a shower? I had one in the locker room, but I feel like I need to relax – my boyfriend’s head peeked out the door and I motioned him to come in. I saw him pull his shirt over his head and I accidentally followed that line of hair down his belly through the mirror, to where the dark boxers rested.
When I finished cleaning all the colors on my face, Pedro got in the shower and turned on the water, letting out a little unsexy scream when the boiling water fell on his body. We really had to get out of this house. Gradually, steam began to form, and through the curtain I could see only her silhouette as she brought her hands to her hair and let out faint moans of relaxation. I found myself biting my lip and, although I needed to go to university early in the morning, I spread my leggings and club shirt across the bathroom floor and pulled back the curtain, joining him.
I hugged him from behind, joining my cold body to his already warmed by the water, and rested my hands just below his navel while kissing his back. I took the sponge and poured some shower gel on it and then started rubbing its body, leaving a trail of kisses in the place where I was going to wash it. When I finally gave him permission to turn around, I could see the flames in his eyes. I loved the way I looked at myself after all this time. Of how a mere glimpse of my naked body made him hard as a stone, ready to surrender himself to me without any shame.
– What are you doing? – he asked with a mischievous laugh when he saw me drop the sponge and start running my hands over every millimeter of his body, until he wrapped his entire member with it.
“You said you needed to relax,” I justified, as if he didn’t know exactly what was coming of it. I started moving my hand up and down, squeezing his erect penis just enough to pleasure him, and
him a wet kiss there, sucking a little on his skin and ending with a nibble. He let out one of those moans that I love to hear so much and that only encourages me to keep going.
I felt one of his hands move to one of my breasts and squeeze it gently. He started playing with his beak and stimulating me more and more. The water kept falling on us, even though we both knew that it would soon start to come cold, and I didn’t know if all the heat I felt was due to it or to the way Pedro’s hands wrapped around my body while mine stimulated his.
“Fuck you, Barbara,” he blurted out, in a whisper, “If you keep going like this, I’ll cum.”
I smiled against her neck and increased the pressure a little more as I sucked on her skin. I felt him harder in my hand and hearing those moans so close to my ear only gave me more reason to keep going and made me more aroused. The wetness between my legs was definitely not the work of the shower water.
“Barbara…” I didn’t even understand what she said afterwards, because it faded between the moans she made as I felt a hot liquid invade my hand and mix with the water. I saw his chest rise and fall as he pulled himself together and looking at that silly smile without smiling would also be just a crime – I love you.
– I love you too, Peter.
As soon as we finished washing we went to the bedroom and he put on some washed boxers while I, still with a towel around my body, approached the wardrobe to choose tomorrow’s clothes. I felt his body next to mine and he turned me docilely until my lips met his, kissing me tenderly as his hands unhooked the towel from my chest, letting it fall at our feet. His touch on me was as if opening an endless fund of will. I want to have him touch me everywhere. Willingness to be involved in it for hours. Willingness to give myself completely at any and all times.
Pedro slowly moved one hand from my breasts to my belly, and from my belly to the middle of my legs. She was there, naked, still wet – in every way! – completely at your mercy. As soon as he sensed my state, he stopped kissing me to smile at me.
“I love how you’re always ready,” she assured, motioning for me to lie down on the bed, “Let me return the favor.”
My inner self even jumped for joy when I knew what was coming from there. I lay down with my head on the pillow and spread my legs so he could place himself in the middle of them. It could stay like this forever. Initially he moved his body up to join his lips to mine, making small circles with his fingers on my clitoris and leaving me with small tears of pleasure running all over my body. But then he let his firm, experienced tongue replace his finger, and that’s when I couldn’t stand the moan I’d wanted to let out for a long time. The way he curls that tongue around my skin and sucks it in a soft but firm way at the same time, and that half stubble that gives me a mixture of pleasure and tickle just makes me want to scream. There’s no better view than her light brown hair in the
middle of my legs a… OH PETER! My train of reasoning got mixed up when I felt him inserting two fingers inside me without ever stopping sucking and withdrawing them, reinserting them again, over and over again. I started fidgeting and squeezing the bedspread with one hand, while the other pulled Pedro’s hair and guided him, as if he needed some kind of help to make me feel this.
He moved his mouth away from my sex but continued to play with his fingers, driving me insane. When he used his other hand to rub my, I forced myself to stifle a scream. I felt almost there. Almost, almost…
-Peter…
“Are you going to, dear?” I didn’t answer, I just moaned. It was already far beyond my ability to answer him, “Come to me, Barbara, you know I love to see you like this.
He increased the intensity with which he inserted his fingers inside me and took his tongue back there and I couldn’t take it anymore. My whole body twitched and as I felt that electric jolt I screamed and screamed loudly. the neighbors. the rest. No one could make me feel as good as Pedro.
Chapter 6
Whenever Pedro gave me an orgasm I was in a kind of limbo, with weak legs and my heart jumping, not wanting to move and just wanting to keep that feeling forever. He lay down next to me and I hugged his defined body, still totally naked, with a feeling of total relaxation. I saw him reach out to the bedside table lamp and turn off the light, and I snuggled even more.
That “tuntun” of his heart could well serve as a lullaby for my ears.
“Today couldn’t have been more perfect,” he confided to me, in the dark. I opted for silence. Actually, the day for me had been terrible, but the ending had made it worth it – I can’t wait for the next game. That pass is just for you, by the way. It’s not temporary, it’s to watch all the games in the box.
I felt my body squirming – and not in the delicious way it had been twitching minutes ago. Couldn’t we just sleep? Did we have to get into this? Again, I resigned myself to silence. I had hoped that Pedro would interpret it as if I had already fallen asleep, but when he let out a “Barbara, do you hear me?” I realized that this was not going to happen.
-Yes… Actually, Peter, I’d rather not watch the games from there,” I whispered. Even if I had to buy a ticket for each game to be able to go to the stands, I don’t really know how, because they are not exactly cheap. But I’d rather do that than go back to the Trophy Wives’ Group.
Although I could only see her face by the dim light coming through the half-broken blind, I know she must have been surprised.
– Why not? The tone was calm, but I noticed that he felt hurt. I hadn’t said I didn’t want to go see him. I just said I didn’t want to go see him… of the cabins.
“I don’t see myself in the rest of your teammates,” I said simply, thinking it best not to say what was really on my mind. That they had spent the whole time making fun of me and putting me down. Who were snobs. That I didn’t want anything to do with them.
– Why not? But he couldn’t let the conversation end.
– Why not, Peter. We are completely different.
– Of course they are, you’re too simple and they…
-I am sorry?!
The post-orgasm relaxation is officially gone. “Are you too simple?!” I turned away from him and looked at him incrediently, even though I knew he couldn’t see the shock on my face. He wasn’t genuinely implying that it was my problem, was he?
“Don’t get me wrong, I love that you’re like that,” he defended himself, “It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you, you know that. But…
-But?
“But you could try a little.” You’ve only been there once, Barbara. These people are now part of our lives. It’s likely that soon we’ll start crossing paths more often and combining things together, I just wish that…
– Combine things together? I started to feel my stomach churning. I didn’t even want to share game time with them, let alone arrange outings together. Pedro could only be joking – It’s just that you don’t even think.
-Barbara…
– I have nothing in common with these people. I ‘m not going to accept that at all, Peter.
I heard him blush and stirred beneath me, turning my back.
“Thank you for your support,” he said, in an icy tone. I just stood there, lying just a few inches away from him as if suddenly a pit had been created between us.
When the sun began to force its way through that hole in the blind that had been so unnerving me, I ended up resigning myself to the reality that I didn’t look all night and that now I didn’t have time for that. The game was already over late, then all the banter with Pedro and then that argument.
How had we gone from so much euphoria to lust and such a good oral sex session to this in such a short amount of time?
I hurled myself into a mixture of fury and sadness, always haunted by a horrible headache. When I finally hurried away, I put the last notebooks in my backpack and walked out the door still furious from the night before.
I started driving to college and, no matter how hard I tried, the discussion with Pedro wouldn’t get out of my head. How did he think it was my problem? How had I had the effrontery to call myself “too simple”? I looked at my clothes. Other leggings, this time more colorful, and a discreet jacket. Yes, it wasn’t exactly runway clothes, but it was comfortable. What was the problem? And what was the problem with really feeling the spirit of football and going with your face painted in the club’s colors and not with Kylie Jenner’s latest lipstick?
I huffed angrily and turned up the radio, hoping it would drown out these thoughts. How could the best thing that could have happened to Pedro become such a hindrance to me and us? Honestly, I couldn’t remember the last time we’d argued or that he’d been upset with me.
As soon as I parked, I saw Telma waving to me on the other side of the street, sitting on the terrace, and I dragged my half-worn sneakers along the sidewalk until I joined her. I went inside to order a coffee and sat down next to him, setting him down on the table. As I put the backpack down, I let out a sigh.
“Well, you’ve got a face,” he noted, “Either the post-match party was really good, or something happened. What’s going on?
I ended up letting out a somewhat dark laugh at his assumptions. This girl might as well go to psychic or something like that.
– Well, actually, both. Pedro’s team won by three to nil and he scored one of the goals, it was excellent.
“I know, I saw it later on television when I got home. I was super happy! But that’s good news, isn’t it? Don’t tell me the girls in the box bothered you even more.
I watched her run her curly black hair behind her ear and swallowed.
– Girls don’t, Pedro. We were so good when she decided to say that she wanted to arrange things with colleagues and women, and that I should get used to it because we were probably going to start meeting more often – I paused to look at her hoping to find her shocked, but it didn’t. His dark eyes were just watching me quietly, waiting for me to continue. Didn’t you hear me right? – Telma, did you understand what I just said?
-Yes. It’s natural, isn’t it? They’re his teammates and by all accounts they’re always hanging out together. Where’s the surprise?
I squinted and wanted to kill her. I also read the news. I knew that the team was very close-knit and that they went out here and there together, on holidays together or trips to clubs, but I had never stopped to think that now this could start to be part of our daily lives.
– No, Telma, it’s not normal! They made fun of me, don’t you understand? They stood there, with their perfect make-up and gel nails judging me! And now Pedro wants to arrange group outings as if we were all great friends. Which we are not. He barely knows them and I… Honestly, from what I’ve seen of them, I don’t even want to get to know them better.
After my little fit of rage I started blowing into the coffee, even though it probably wasn’t that hot anymore, and I took a deep breath. I noticed that Telma was having a hard time finding what to say, which only made me realize that I wasn’t going to like it. She ‘s always been foul-mouthed and never had any problem saying what she thinks, so she must be about to say something really bad to me.
– Honey, they may have made fun and judged without knowing you, but isn’t that what you’re doing now too? – he ended up expounding, in a calm tone. Was she serious? It wasn’t the same. I didn’t judge them right away. I judged them by the way they acted towards me.
– Telma, you know that…
“Look, just because they look like Barbies doesn’t mean they can’t have something in common with you, Barbara. Did you try to get to know them?
– Are you kidding me? Did I try to meet the people who laughed at my clothes and the way I chose to support my boyfriend? No, I haven’t. You were supposed to be on my side, weren’t you?
– And I am! And if you don’t feel comfortable going back and you put your foot down and say you really don’t want to, I’m the first one to say “those girls and Pedro just has
to understand”. But do you think it’s worth getting in trouble with Pedro because of that? Or rather, do you think it’s something you can’t adapt to?
I drank the coffee in one gulp and just kept quiet. If I couldn’t adapt? Honestly, I don’t know… To what extent should I submit to this? I felt the phone vibrating in the outside pocket of my backpack and took it out, seeing a message from a number I didn’t know:
“Hello! I really enjoyed meeting you yesterday, I hope you come back. Kisses, Liana!”
Okay, not all of them seemed to be real goats. I ended up answering him, as I had been careful to be nice to me.
“Thank you, Liana! I also enjoyed getting to know you. Kiss!”
Perhaps you could give them a second chance. Now they would no longer have the excuse that they were surprised to see me dressed like that, because they already know me.
“Okay,” I ended up answering a Telma who was questioning me with her eyes.
-All right…?
“Okay, I’ll give that evil cabin one more chance.” But I swear to you, Telma, if it goes wrong I won’t set foot there again. And Pedro can hold on.
She gave me a smile of compassion and was about to speak when a group of girls walked past our table and had their eyes fixed on me, then started whispering among themselves. I furrowed my brows and followed them with my gaze until they disappeared after the bend, but I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.
“Did you see that?” – commented my friend, to which I just nodded – Do you know what it was about?
I shrugged my shoulders and grabbed my backpack so we could start walking into the university. In fact, he knew. When I picked up my phone to see Liana’s message, I also saw in the notification bar the amount of reactions I had had to the photo in which I had identified Pedro yesterday, during the game. I wondered, silently as I walked, if that was why these women were always impeccable. Because it wasn’t just the players who were always being watched. It was us too, her companions. And, in my case, it was only now that it was all starting.
Chapter 7
I looked at that round clock on the kitchen wall and the ticking it made made me even more desperate. Nine-thirty at night. The weather was muggy, probably predicting rain, and that only served to further contribute to my depressed mood.
Pedro hadn’t answered my messages all day and hadn’t come home yet. I didn’t know what to think. On the one hand, I feared that something had happened to him, but on the other hand, I thought I was just trying to avoid myself. The only certainty I had was that as the hands of the clock progressed, my concern grew.
I let out a sigh and dropped the cutlery onto the plate, with the steaks barely eaten and the rice spread from one side to the other. I hoped I had sorted things out with him before dinner, but how could I sort things out with him when he didn’t answer me?
– Where are you, Peter? I found myself asking quietly to the walls. It wasn’t his habit to do these kinds of things.
I jumped when I heard a notification on my phone hoping it was him, but it was just a notification. “Raissa liked your photo.” Excellent. Soon after, I heard another one.
-What? – I asked, loudly – Did Raissa comment “Gira!!”? What the hell?
I looked at the picture again. Yes, it was cute. In the cabins. With a painted face. Laughing. But surely that was not the sincere opinion of that businesswoman who had bumped into me at the entrance. How far would the falsehood of these women go?
Suddenly, I heard Telma’s voice in my head, like a cricket of conscience, telling me that I too was judging her by a first impression, just as she had told me in the café earlier.
I rolled my eyes and replied to Raissa’s comment with just a kiss emoji . You can’t accuse me of not trying.
The door opened at that moment and I turned my attention to find a Pedro dressed in a tracksuit and a little unkempt, staggering around the room. He was… Drunk?
-Peter…?
As he slumped on the couch, I hurried to close the front door and stood in front of him, waiting for him to say something to me. He, however, just stretched out his hands to me to grab them. I eventually gave in and felt him pull me, making me fall half lying on top of him, half on the couch, and totally clumsy.
“The boys got me out after training. But shhhh, don’t tell the coach,” he said, laughing. The boys. Sure. Well, boys should definitely be more fun than their wives. I can’t imagine them with a single hair out of place.
– Are you okay? I was already getting worried about you. You could have said anything, you know?
-Yes. I was angry with you, but I’m not angry with you anymore – angry with me? I should be mad at him! But given the drunken state, I decided to ignore this unfortunate comment – Barbara, please, please don’t give up on our dream. I need you there. Please.
I let out a sigh.
– I never said I was going to stop going to the games, Peter. I just said that I could see them from other places – I tried to make my voice sound understanding, because even though Telma had already convinced me to give the cabins one more chance, it was a subject that still made me itch.
“They’re so close-knit, you have no idea. More than a club, or a team, they… I don’t even know how to explain it to you. I want you to be part of it too. I want you to be a part of everything. I want you to belong at all levels. Please, Barbara.
I couldn’t get back to him right away because I didn’t really understand what he was asking me. Being drunk and sobbing didn’t help, but I also know that if it wasn’t the case I’d probably still be sulking and not trying to work it out with me. But I couldn’t help but have the feeling that “belonging at all levels” could ask too much of me.
I pushed those thoughts away and took a deep breath.
“I’ll give you one more chance,” I finally gave in loudly, “But if it doesn’t work, Peter… If I don’t feel well, you can’t ask me to do it again. I want to support you in your dream…
– In our dream!
– I want to be there for you. And I will be. But I don’t want you to be disappointed if this doesn’t turn out the way you want it to.
The last thing I noticed him say was a half-faded “thank you,” and when I looked up, he had his eyes closed. Nine forty-five. An empty stomach, an unconscious boyfriend on the couch, and a late-night workout. Perfect.
As soon as the coach gave the starting signal for the last lap, I ran. I ran with all my might, I ran as if my life depended on it. I loved training at Jamor. I loved the atmosphere, the careful way the tracks, my teammates. And I loved that feeling of flying when I ran so fast that sometimes I couldn’t feel my legs anymore and they just moved. The minutes ticked by in a flash, and before I knew it, the whistle blew again, this time to start stretching. I joined Telma and we sat on the floor side by side stretching our legs, sweating on all sides. You could tell we were both tired when we didn’t start chattering right away.
“What happened this morning?” – he asked me, quietly. I had texted her to tell her not to give me a ride because I was late. When I arrived, the training had already started.
– Pedro yesterday…
“Ahhh, you’ve made up,” he interrupted me quickly, with a knowing smile.
-No! Well, yes, but that’s not why I was late. He got drunk with the team and had a bit of a bad night, I didn’t rest at all. But yes, we talked and I told him that I agreed to give those damn cabins one more chance.
– You’ll see that you don’t regret it!
Telma’s optimism was contagious and, when I listened to her, I could really believe what she was saying. But as the days went by and the date of the new game approached, I began to seriously doubt if I wouldn’t regret it. Even so, I repeated the whole process I did for the first game and took a backpack to class, with everything I needed to head to the stadium as soon as I was ready.
It helped to know that I had a parking space waiting for me in the garage, because even if I caught traffic I wouldn’t panic thinking about where to park.
It was forty minutes before the game started when I showed my pass to the security guard and he showed me where to leave the car, on the -1 floor. I couldn’t help but like this perk a little, after all, this was luxury. As I stopped, I turned on the night light and started rummaging through my backpack for my things. I noticed a simple dress, black and a little above the knee, that I had stored there in the morning when I had the thought that, perhaps, making an extra effort was really necessary. But I shook my head and looked at my jeans and black blouse. I wasn’t really in a tracksuit anymore, it was simple, yes, but fine. “I don’t need the dress for anything,” I thought, catching faint glimpses of the passing of models I’d witnessed last time. “It doesn’t matter.”
I took my makeup and decided, instead of painting the stripes on my face, to use the shades to paint my eyes. I thought it would be good to try a 50/50 strategy – not so much overboard, not so much on land. That is, neither in a tracksuit and paintings, nor in a dress and high heels. After painting my lips a neutral shade and straightening my ponytail, I got out of the car and fastened the club scarf around my waist. I went to the same door as the other time, being greeted by the same security guard who just smiled at me and indicated to me with his hand that I could pass. It was in the middle of the escalators that I started to feel a little nervous.
“Hello!” I heard from behind me, all too excitedly. She had a round face and impeccably put on makeup, with a bodice close to her body that made her breasts and slender legs stand out covered by tight red pants. Her long dark hair was braided and although I immediately identified her as the girl with the croissants, I had some trouble remembering that her name was Sofia – You came again, that’s good.
I smiled in response. I didn’t seem to be saying that with ulterior motives, but then again, he had already made fun of me once.
“Sure, why wouldn’t you come?” I found myself asking, as soon as we started to make our way to the door of the cabin.
– Fabio said he went out with Pedro the other day and that he loved it. I’m very happy that he’s integrating so well into the team – Sofia’s voice sounded too nice, too much… just too much. But other than that, she wasn’t doing anything wrong.
– Yes, Pedro told me. It looks like they had a good time.
She stopped by the security guard before we entered and turned to me with overwhelming confidence. He brought his hand to my ponytail, probably adjusting one of those unruly hairs that insist on testing limits, and shrugged.
“He asked me to help you integrate,” he said softly, then letting out a giggle, “He really liked Pedro and I can’t say no to anything. He’s everything to me. I have a feeling we’re still going to be very close, Barbara. More than you think.
Strangeness alert. “Run away while you can.” But before I could answer, or turn my back and put all my athletic training into practice while running to, I don’t know, Tibet, Sofia came into the room with a raucous “Hello, girls!!” and the security guard asked me if I wasn’t going to come in too. I wanted to say no, but my legs betrayed me and began to move forward.
Chapter 8
The space felt equally luxurious. The food looked equally delicious. The wives of my boyfriend’s colleagues, however, seemed more laid-back. Had they already started attacking the champagne?
I looked for Liana with my eyes, the only one who really looked decent in that group of glitter and high heels, and I found her by the door that led to the chairs outside, talking to Raissa. This time I had worn a shorter top and high-up pants, with high heels. She was still simple but extremely elegant, and I found myself secretly wishing I knew her secret.
I started to approach the two of them while some of the members of the Trophy Wives Group smiled at me in greeting and others just ignored me. The buzz of the space, caused by the various conversations between groups, was disturbed by the entrance of a furious Teresa who was talking on the cell phone with whom I could only deduce to be her agent, screaming that it was inadmissible to have approved a photograph of her where she saw a millimeter of cellulite next to her buttocks, with her high heels attacking the carpet in such a way that they echoed.
“This is a scandal, I demand that you resolve this immediately!” – she shouted, putting on a show in those four walls.
I tried to abstract myself from the latest drama in the land of the rich and marvelous, and I picked up my pace.
– Barbara, you have come! – exclaimed Liana as soon as she saw me, making Raissa turn to greet me as well. Did everyone think I wasn’t coming? Now that I think they thought so, I’m slightly glad I came. If only Telma would stop giving explanations at this hour, she would have some kind of support here. She would never let herself be bothered like I was.
“I was a little afraid that we had alienated you,” Raissa confessed, with her Brazilian accent and a nice smile. I like the persistent ones.
“Thank you, Raissa,” I thanked, joining them. They all seemed to be being nicer, at least the ones I had already talked to. Strange, but nice and polite. Maybe this wouldn’t be bad at all.
“I see that you stay true to your style,” Liana noted, pointing to my scarf, and for the first time in that box she smiled genuinely.
-Always! After all, did we come to see a game or not?
– I like your spirit! I’m looking forward to meeting Pedro, you know? I’ve heard a lot of good things about him, back home – Raissa put her hand on my shoulder and gave me a little pet, with her eyes locked on mine. What’s going on with these women and the fact that they’re constantly piercing my bubble of personal space?
I tried not to be bothered.
“I hope you’re soon,” I said exactly the opposite of what I thought, in fact I hoped so soon I wouldn’t be with them again.
– And it is. Next week, right? I almost choked on Liana’s question.
Next week? I started to go through the dates of the games that I had memorized. No, there weren’t any the next week. What was me missing?
-Clear! – clearly something that Raissa knew, given her enthusiasm – Do you already know what you’re going to wear, Barbara?
-I… Sorry… I have no idea what we are talking about.
-Oh! Maybe Pedro doesn’t know yet – “Maybe Pedro knows and that’s why he told me we’ll see you more often!”. I forced myself to take a deep breath to hear Liana’s calm tone – Next week is the club’s gala. They make one at the beginning of every season. It’s a lot of fun, both the gala itself and the after-party.
Gala? After-party? “Do you already know what you’re going to wear?” I’m going to pass out.
– Really? My voice came out highly shrill. Well, not as much as Sofia’s, but still anything but calm – I had no idea. Pedro hadn’t mentioned it yet.
“I hope the boys don’t forget to tell you.” It’s a great opportunity to get to know each other better – and there she is again, Raissa’s hand on my shoulder. Is it a Brazilian tic? “Look, Helena has arrived. I’m just going there to say hello to her.
As soon as that businesswoman walked away and I found Liana’s eyes full of compassion, I felt like screaming and kicking and complaining.
But instead, I kept my composure and simply said:
– I’m going to get some snacks and I’m going to watch the game outside.
The game – and the company – turned out not to be terrible.
I didn’t expect it to make it the first time, but I didn’t expect to have fun either. But the truth is that Raissa and Helena joined me and Liana on the street and there was a moment when we even laughed.
I realized, when I went back to the buffet area to get some more drinks for us, that Teresa was making fun of my black shirt clearly bought at SportZone, but Sofia scolded her for some reason and said that “Fábio would like us all to get along”. I made a mental note to thank Fabio and wondered if Sofia would think for herself or if she just breathed to do her husband’s bidding and wear shiny and expensive jewelry.
I ended up going home without Pedro, who would hitchhike with one of his colleagues or call an Uber, and I took a long shower.
Before going to bed, I checked my phone and saw that the selfie in which Raissa had identified me, with Liana and Helena, had already reached 3,000 likes. Wow. I found myself scrolling through the comments and stopped at one that said “Clearly someone out there”. What? I read a few more. “Who’s the middle one? Pretty good”, “Didn’t anyone give you the dress code?” and “You’re going to have to try harder” were some of the ones that were further down. I swallowed. It had 150 new followers.
It was no longer enough to be judged by those women, now she was judged by the world. I tried not to shake myself, but it was with that thought that I lay down and with it I kept turning until I heard the front door open. I grabbed the bathrobe that was at the foot of the bed and covered my body with it, leaning against the doorpost of the room as I watched Pedro take out a glass and the packet of oatmeal.
– Did I wake you up? “I’m sorry,” he said as soon as he saw me. I shook my head and approached him, giving him a kiss lightly – We were more late than I thought.
– No problem, I hadn’t fallen asleep yet. You played very well.
– But we tied.
– You win the next one.
He let out a giggle and started making the porridge. I was always hungry after the game. I pulled up my chair and sat next to him, watching him as he ate.
“So what about you, was it as bad as you thought it was going to be?” I shrugged my shoulders and against my will and my pride I shook my head.
– It could have been worse. There are some who get away with it.
-See? I told you.
“Peter,” I paused briefly and plucked up my courage, pressing my lips together, “They told me that next week there will be a party. A gala. Did you know that?
– Yes, I found out yesterday in training. I haven’t told you yet, sorry. Apparently, it’s a big deal. They are going to rent the Palace of Queluz and they told me that it is customary to have an after-party at the captain’s house. Augusto is already taking care of everything.
Rent the Palace of Queluz? I closed my eyes and sighed.
– Wow, that… It’s very different from the freshman reception I’m used to,” I said, making myself laugh. He also let out a laugh.
– I think it’s going to be cute. A good experience. Don’t you think so? He put his hand on top of mine and I thought about saying no, but in reality, I didn’t really have any room for manoeuvre.
-Yes. An even better experience will be to get a dress for it. I doubt they’ll let me in leggings.
– Don’t worry about it. I already have everything planned. Worst case you go naked, Barbara… No one can say no to that.
He started sliding his hand down my leg and lifting the edge of the robe, giving me goosebumps all over. I knew that sleeping naked was something that would one day work against me. Or in my favor, depending on the perspective.
– Weren’t you hungry, Peter? I asked against her lips, as she kissed me and felt her naughty hands venturing out.
“I’m definitely hungry ,” I let out a giggle and walked away from him, heading for the bedroom.
– Eat but it’s the porridge. I’ve got a test tomorrow, ace. I need to sleep.
When the weekend finally came, I grabbed Telma and Joana and we went shopping. Next week’s gala didn’t seduce me at all, but if I was practically forced to go, then I had to find some clothes to wear. Besides, a girls’ outing is never a bad idea and the truth is that Joana also needed a dress.
After a few hours I realized that it was a needless effort because we ran Amoreiras, Colombo and Avenida da Liberdade and we never agreed on what was good for me. In fact, I would have bought the black jumpsuit I saw at the third store we visited and it would certainly be the most elegant piece in my entire wardrobe, but the way they turned up my nose only made me imagine a dozen furrowed and perky noses in my direction.
We ended up sitting in one of those kiosks on the Avenue and ordered some juices that we drank, as we talked.
– It’s true! How come you’re never in the cabin? – I asked Joana.
– Because I’m always working, Barbara. I would love to be able to accompany you, the truth is that I never can. At most I go to these events, but I also rarely stay until the end.
“Why are they boring?” – thebrigade, Telma, for asking what I wanted to know.
– No, not at all! They’re even cute. But with the support I give my mother and the shifts at the hospital, it’s hard to juggle everything. I’m sorry I’m no longer there. At least I won’t miss this one – this last part was said by Joana with more affection, while stroking the bag where she had the blue dress she just bought. She’s always been more of a “doll” than me and she’s literally the kind of person that any rag fits well. Elegance was born with it.
– I’m so sorry you can’t be there more often. I think I’d have a lot more fun – I admitted, in all sincerity.
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