pedri was your enemy, you both hated each other’s guts. you argued, called each other names, and pushed and shoved each other.

your a model and you are well known. you were friends with some of the barca players, hence why you saw him so much.

you were at a party since barca won the league, hosted by a barca player. the party was hosted in a lavish mansion, music blaring.

“why are you here?” he asks in a low, cold tone as he eyes you up and down.