They started off hating each other, but fell in love once beginning to spend more time together.
OR
In which Marco falls in love with his coach's daughter.
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Dortmund 12 | He's an idiot for giving you up.
MARCO
S T U P I D.
That's how I felt in this moment, I laid there on my bed eyes wide open staring the ceiling pondering over what had happened prior to me sitting here sulking. I ran a hand through my hair frustrated with myself, deciding to get up instead of wallowing in self pity I wanted to go over to Abella's house to see how she's doing.
I knocked on her door waiting for it to be answered, it was ten in the morning when I realised she must've been sleeping. Deciding it was a bad idea I started to walk away till I heard her door open, "Marco?" She questions, I turned my body around now facing her.
"Hey." That was all that came out my mouth, I stood there my gaze averting to the floor. "Do you want to come in?" She asked, I nodded my head slowly. I made my way into the house standing in the foyer waiting for her to close the door.
She guided me into the kitchen where she started making hot drinks for us, "I just wanted to check up on you." I spoke breaking the silence.
"I'm okay, and you?"
"Yeah I'm fine." She walked over to me leaving what she was doing, she picked up my hand examining it carefully, "How's your hand? It's still swollen."
I looked at my hand seeing the bruises evenly spread across my hand, "It's fine." I simply replied, in my defence it really was fine.
"Marco seriously, does it still hurt?" Why was she so worried about my hand? Yes, it's bruised but it's not the end of the world.
"It doesn't hurt." I suddenly felt a sharp pin radiate from my hand, it started throbbing as I winced in pain, "Are you trying to kill me?"
"Oh I thought your hand didn't hurt." She deadpanned, I stared at her keeping my gaze solely on her. She looked exhausted, her hair was messily tied on the top of her head and her eyes puffy, red from all the crying.
–It then dawned upon me that she had been crying.
"You've been crying." I pointed out, she opened her mouth slightly but no words came out, I was abrupt I admit.
"What? No-no I haven't." She stuttered slightly, it was cute watching her get all flustered over a simple question, "Abella don't lie to me."
"So what If I've been crying? It doesn't matter anyways." She tried dismissing the subject yet I kept pursing it not having her let this go.
"Tell me what's going on."
"I broke up with him—" She paused sighing slightly, "I went to see him early in the morning and ended things with him, I don't deserve to be cheated on." I looked at her with widened eyes, my mouth opened slightly but no words came out.
