Leonor

     "You cheater!" I yelled angrily, pushing Sofia hard in the shoulder. She grinned at me happily, which annoyed me even more.

     We were at one of the local parks playing soccer. Sofia insisted on teaching me. I had no clue why. It wasn't the worst thing in the world.

     We had been out playing for two hours, and I was utterly exhausted. Not many people were at the park, so we basically had the soccer net to ourselves.

     "Watch this!" Sofia called over her shoulder. The soccer ball was placed in front of her, and she took a few steps back before she kicked it.

     Her form is great. The soccer ball spun through the air and pierced the back of the net perfectly. A satisfied sound came out of her.

     "Nice one," I said, walking off to the field and to the bench where I had left my phone. The sun was beginning to set, so I knew we would be leaving soon. I settled onto the metal bench, pulling my phone out from my bag.

     I nearly dropped it in shock when I saw who had messaged me.

     "What the hell," I groaned loudly.

     Sofia was making her way over to me, and she saw the disgusted look on my face.

     "What now?" She said, sitting down next to me and taking off her cleats.

     "Gavi messaged me  again. He asked me to come to the Barcelona game tomorrow, and said that I could invite our entire family," I blurted. I instantly cringed at my words.

     "Leonor! Say yes! He obviously likes you," Sofia squealed. She reached for my phone again, but I was too quick and pulled it away in time.

     "I'm not going to say yes. He's annoying," I grumbled.

     "Well, then I'll go," Sofia shrugged.

     "Mom and dad won't let you go without me," I reminded her, and she smiled.

     "That's my point. So, then you have to go," she smirked.

     I kicked her in the shin. Hard.

     "You're going to regret this later," I muttered, but opened my phone anyways to reply. I gritted my teeth as I did so.

     "Hello Gavi, I would love to attend the Barcelona game tomorrow! See you there."

     I shut my phone off and shoved it back in my bag.

     "There? You happy?" I snapped, pointing at Sofia with my finger.

     She just shrugged and said, "I won't be happy until you guys kiss."

     This time, I pushed her as hard as I could. We were sisters, we were bound to argue all the time anyways.

     Part of me had wanted to say yes. It was getting harder to say no to him. I just didn't know why.

     "Leonor, why didn't you think to tell us about this sooner?" My mother asked me. The four of us were sitting around the dining room table. My father had made us each a cup of tea; it felt refreshing after spending most of the day playing soccer with Sofia.

     "He just asked me a few hours ago," I said shortly. 

     "Barcelona is a long way from here," my father replied. "It's too much to keep going back and forth."

     "We want to go," Sofia pleaded, holding her hands together in a plea. She looked pretty convincing.

     "Who's going to take you?" My father questioned. We all fell silent. Me and Sofia hadn't quite thought about that.

     "I can," Mario piped in. 

     We all spun to face him. He was standing in the dining room entrance, leaning against the door frame. What a life saver he was.

     "Mario, you don't have to do that," my mother said sternly. She shot me and Sofia a look.

     "No worries, ma'am. I might even go see the game myself," he smiled. I could feel Sofia relaxing beside me. A part of me did too.

     My father sighed and cleared his throat.

    "We'll let it slide this time, but next time give us more warning. Mario was kind enough to offer," he mumbled. He gave Mario a grateful look.

     As Sofia and I stood to our feet, we both gave Mario a hug. He was a great guy, really. He never refused to bring us anywhere, even if it was in the middle of the night.

     "Thank you, Mario," I said into the crook of his neck. "It'll be amazing, and you don't know how much this means."

     I could feel him smile beneath me.

     "Anytime, Leonor. You know that," he whispered.

     "Plus, you get to see your boyfriend!" He laughed.

     I couldn't help but laugh along with him.

     It was nearly midnight and I couldn't sleep. Thoughts of the game tomorrow danced around in my head. I was beyond grateful for Mario and what he had decided to do for us. But I was oddly nervous.

     I was growing irritated with myself. I shouldn't be losing sleep over something so stupid. I still didn't know why Gavi had invited me when he clearly wanted nothing to do with me. It wasn't like a guy hadn't done that before.

     One of my best friends from primary school, Mateo, had always had a special place in my heart. We had been friends since we were little, and our parents were extremely close as well.

     When I turned 15, I started spending more and more time with him. We hung out nearly every day. He was a regular guest at the palace, and we would often be spotted together in public.

     I started to develop feelings for him. Big time. I didn't know if he felt the same way, though.

     I told him one afternoon when we were hanging out that I really liked him. That I was starting to fall for him. That I could see him playing an important role in my future. You know, all that jazz.

     Mateo told me that he felt the same way. He really liked me and was gaining feelings for me too. I was so happy. That night, we kissed. A true, passionate kiss. One that resonates with you forever.

     I never told anyone about the kiss. Not even Sofia. She always assumed I had no experience with heartbreak. She was very wrong.

     After the kiss, things grew awkward. We stopped hanging out and we stopped seeing other on a daily basis. With me being a royal and all, I was getting busier and busier and had less time for him.

     One night, Mateo stopped by the palace to speak to me. He told me that he lied about having feelings for me. The whole thing was fake. He had never seen me like that at all.

     Probably because I was a royal, and my family had money.

     I told him to leave and never come back. Looking back on it, it might have seemed harsh.

     I never even got to say goodbye to him before his family packed their bags and left Spain to move to the United States. I had no clue what their motive was or if it had anything to do with me.

     I had loved him, deep down, and that was something I had never experienced before. 

     When he told me how he truly felt, it was as if I had been stabbed in the chest. Repeatedly. We had known each other our whole lives.

     That was why I felt so sour with Gavi. I didn't trust anyone besides my friends and family. Not that Gavi was a great person to begin with, but I truly didn't trust him. I put my guard up whenever I was around him. No matter how hard I tried not to. 

     I feel like everything he's said to me so far is a lie.

     A tear rolled down my cheek, and I wiped it away quickly. I shouldn't be crying about this. Gavi was probably just trying to be nice by inviting us to the game. He still wanted nothing to do with me.

     Yes, he was very attractive. Yes, he was great at soccer.

   That didn't mean I trusted him yet. Even if he seemed to put a lot of trust in me.

Here's a lil backstory on why Leonor is so snotty towards Gavi and why she doesn't trust him yet. Hope that whole story made sense to you guys. I'm not a great writer so I'm just trying to wing it hahahahaha