jude was one of the most famous soccer players, obviously.

but, he was also probably the most attractive, hell, he practically had the entire female population swooning over him, you still wondered why he chose you, perhaps it was because you were well, perfect?

though you two didn’t wanna go public yet, you still attended every single one of his games, just to be the supportive girlfriend you were, he’d always blow kisses to you, or just stare at you. he respected that you didn’t wanna go public, but he still wanted so badly to be able to brag about you to his teammates.

it was no secret your best friend had a major crush on him, although you didn’t say anything about it, at the end of the day, he was still yours.

you were currently at jude’s match, in the vip booth next to your bestfriend, jude blew a kiss at you, but your bestfriend being as delusional as she is (we all are) she thought he blew the kiss to her, and she blushed and giggled.

real madrid against villarreal was always a close game, this time it was a tie, of course. the score was 4-4 as they went head to head, jude scoring tiebreaker, everyone celebrated and cheered, he was good at what he does, it was clear by now.

you eventually left to the back of the stadium with your bestfriend, watching all the players leave, till jude started running up to you— you weren’t sure why, since you weren’t public yet, but that was besides the point. your best friend was a lot of things, but dumb wasn’t one of them— at least that was until now, as jude ran up to you, she reached her arms out for a hug thinking he was running up to her, only for him to avoid him and just go straight to you, cupping your face and pulling you into a kiss, leaving her with a shocked face till he pulled away, with a smirk.

“you okay, doll?” he spoke, in a cocky tone.