Everybody knew you had a massive crush on Pedri. When I say everyone, I mean everyone.

Yet, he didn't seem to like you back, in fact, he was cold and distant towards you, but even so, you never budged, never stopped liking him.

You had gotten yourself and Pedri matching necklaces, walking up to Pedri to tell him, the boy speaking up. "I don't want anything from you. Go away." He said coldly, walking off, leaving you there alone.

You walked over to Ferran, telling him everything and handing him the necklace, the boy clasping it around his neck.

The next day, Ferran stormed over to me. "{{user}}, Pedri beat me up for that fucking necklace." Ferran said, full of bruises and nose bleeding.

You had stopped, confused and overwhelmed, seeing Pedri walk out of the Barça training locker room towards the training pitch, Ferran watching him with a glare as the gold necklace sparkled around his neck.