South of Hope: Chapter 2
Author: Tuesday, August 24, 2010
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sukichann Fandom: Original Story .
Title: South of hope.
State: Unfinished . Long history.
Chapter: 2
Words: 1,972
Notes: Yes, I write again. Yes, it took a lot in pursuing, but the truth is that this chapter had long been written by my wallet, I thought it just had not time to publish. I hope you enjoy this second chapter, which knows a little better figure of Aroa. And
dejarais appreciate a comment with your reviews , without which it is almost impossible to keep writing. Sincerely grateful, criticism (is impossible to improve without them!), Praise or whatever that you go through your head after reading this story. Thank you in advance:)
Chapter 1 (edited and improved) by here ~
"You have become very fond of the type of Rekalde , huh? "joked Sam, interrupting the euphoria experienced after that win of his team. Did not mean to seem jealous, or even angry. Was absurd the possibility that your girl could ever look at a guy like that, as Ismael Arazola, and laughed mockingly, with a cigarette between his fingers consumed. Aroa turned his gaze to the floor, confused, did not understand how three simple words could result in the mockery of Santi with that easily.
- What I tell you this? Snorted it, with evident signs of displeasure on his face is that no one understands you, Santi ...
- Come on ... "As we shall see!" -let it go another laugh, after imitating the tone of voice with which Aroa Ismael was fired after leaving Rekalde "Two days before did not know his name, and now you waiting to see him again ...
"And you do not see how you look," Sam thought to himself, but decided to keep quiet. That yes that could irritate. How could such daring to look his Aroa like that, especially being beside him? The desire to kick against the wall every time he thought of the waiter's eyes resting on his Aroa ate him inside.
She kept her head down, trying at all costs avoid Santi scathing speech. She was terribly timid and insecure, and Santi noticed it about how his legs trembled. He put his arm around her and kissed her forehead, trying to compensate with all the affection that was missing was a few seconds.
- No, silly, is not it time that we used to joke? -Pressed on his chest and tried to cheer her with an encouraging smile on his face. Aroa
remained motionless, hunched, hiding the anger he still felt. Santi, meanwhile, insisted:
- sorry, go.
- You know I forgive you, "admitted Aroa, making it impossible to keep his voice did not sound shaky, but you know how much it sucks when you get so ... so.
- So? How?
- I do not know, so ... -Even knew how to define it. Trying to find, without success, the exact adjective. That well seemed to be the right word .- So jealous, possessive, vain ...
- But do you know that is not my intention, Ar ...
- But you could habértelo saved, Santi! Aroa interrupted him with a cry, just being aware of what he had done. He let out a sigh "Oh, let it be, really. Santi
desperately tried to fix it, surrounding again with his arms and whispered "I love you" to your ear. Not off of it until they reached the square where he had parked the car Santi, almost ten minutes later. He gave all the pretty words he knew, gave him a thousand kisses on the forehead, cheeks, neck, at the corner of his mouth. I tried everything and finally, Aroa could not resist and ended up giving over, returning the hug with a half smile.
Santi, who had returned to win the game, picked her up and invited dentro de su Renault Mégane para “terminar de rematar la noche” antes de llevarla a casa.
Una semana más tarde, Aroa apenas había vuelto a saber nada de Santi. Tampoco le quitaba demasiado el sueño pero, después de aquella broma del otro día, se sentía abatida, cansada… agobiada.
Intentó evitar cualquier ápice de aflicción en su voz durante los escasos minutos que compartió con Santi por teléfono durante aquella semana. En los casi dos años que llevaban juntos, had become impossible to not remove that mask and secure strong defensive side that had been forged in the field, and could count on the fingers of one hand the times that Santi had ; to see really sad. What Sam did not know was how many nights she would come to mourn alone in her room because of his sharp tongue.
And yet, Aroa only had eyes for him.
tried not to think about it, but there were times that it was inevitable. However, when the shirt holster to have number 4, knotted cords boots and hair gathered in a high ponytail, everything was in the background.
Like any other Saturday, the girls from the women's football team paraded Badalona the tunnel just before face to face with the Lleida. If they won, would be placed third in the standings after a run of six consecutive victories. The whole team was psyched that this was an opportunity that could not miss. They were all in very good shape, especially Carolina Juárez, far right team. Aroa assists and goals from Carol were a feared tandem throughout the first female National. Maybe that's why were best friends.
jumped onto the field after hearing another typical and topical speeches of Mr, Emilio Roldán. White captained by the goalkeeper and team's oldest player, soon to be imposed on the New Municipal de Badalona. Within three minutes, Helena, one of the midfield, soon to pass the first goal Claudia Merino, front center. And Carolina was the second, taking advantage mischievously a poor clearance from the rival goalkeeper.
In the second part, Aroa collaborated on the third goal, giving him another pass at Carolina. The two friends celebrated it enthusiastically: Carol had become, once again top scorer in the team. Carolina Aroa and warmly embraced again after the referee pitase late in the game. "We are third! Third! "Roared Carolina, having signed one of his best games in Badalona and seemed about to burst into tears at any moment. The Badalona girls cheered taking her in his arms, under the choir "Carol scorer!" . The celebration continued to reach the locker room.
The good vibes that was present on that computer was not hard to notice, but the myth that all players of a football team was having an affair between them was not satisfied with the girls of Badalona. Most had their boyfriends, or girlfriends, outside the team. However, they saw themselves as partners with the ideal party to go out and take a beers, which often made to celebrate their victories.
Having changed, Aroa and Carolina came together in the locker room and, after being congratulated once again for the coach, rushed to take the subway. They decided to celebrate victory in the Rekalde, and take advantage to see the Barcelona game that night in the bar, with everyone. Aroa conocíaa Carolina since high school, when both signed up to the football team at his school. Carolina, two years her senior, and emerges as front with only fourteen, and since then, have followed parallel paths. Aroa reserved personality was complemented by the spontaneity of Carolina. They understood each other perfectly despite being as the yin and yang, and that was a cornerstone of their friendship so strong that, after more than seven years, remained to intact. Carolina combined his promising football career with his work as a clerk. She was tall, thin blonde with a big smile and crystal blue eyes that had done much to earn extra money as an occasional model.
So not surprised Aroa too much of the ease with which Carolina drew the attention of Ismael Arazola. The young waiter approached the two girls spot them in just one of the tables, and made efforts to try to showcase the best of their smiles. "Two rods, is not it, Carol?", Said Ismael Aroa when asked what he wanted. Caroline nodded, and Ishmael was soon back with two mugs in his hands.
- Well, Aroa, what is? Asked Ishmael sitting next to the girl for a while, taking advantage of customers had only to serve "Today you have come too early.
- We played this afternoon, and we won! Aroa exclaimed, excitedly Three to zero, has been spectacular. And she said, pointing at Carolina, has scored two goals ...
- Yes, but if it were not for your friend Carolina said Ishmael, with a funny look on his face and winked , I'm an eye on the bartender, "the thing would not go so well ... is made a crack. It has given me a pass and Xavi Hernandez.
- Really? Great ... congratulations, then, Ishmael raised an eyebrow in surprise. Aroa
felt a little uncomfortable after the comment Carolina. "How much do you owe?" He asked finally, pointing out the pitchers of beer.
- The champions do not owe me anything, "he winked at Aroa, before rising back to the bar on the house. Aroa
Ismael tried to stop, if only para agradecerle ese gesto, pero fue demasiado tarde. Le dio un largo trago al vaso, intentando evitar la mirada inquisitiva de Carolina.
- ¿Y bien? –rompió el silencio Carolina con una divertida sonrisa, alargando premeditadamente la e.- No sabía que lo conocieses…
- Joder, Carolina… ¡tú también! –echó a reír, intentando disimular la incomodidad que le provocaba esa actitud de su amiga- No, casi ni lo conozco. A penas sé cómo se llama.
- Bueno, por algo se empieza.
- Oh, déjalo -Took the jug of beer on the lips "There's nothing to start. It's a good fellow, yes, but it is me and what is with everybody.
- Okay, okay. Carolina, "he apologized, and tried to change the subject, not knowing that he would put his finger on the pulse-How about with Santi? You will come to watch the game?
Just then jumped mobile melody Aroa, Kids, MGMT. Looked at the screen and then articulated a "is he." Picked phone while biting her lower lip, under the watchful eye of Carolina, who has just realized that things between them were not going too well. Aroa
calmed down immediately after hearing the soft and serene voice sounded Santi. "Congratulations, princess," he said. The doubts that these last few days had vanished in a flash. He could not do more than blush and looking down, smiling shyly, but soon recover:
- You will go to watch the game?
- Yes I'm with Oscar, Rafa and the others ... we found a bar in Balmes, fairly close to home. Did you come looking?
- is that I'm not home, "said Santi Aroa, doubtfully. God knows how it could be that Sam "I'm in the Rekalde with Carolina. Aroa
bit her lip to notice the radical change in the voice of Santi. Than expected.
- If you want to come ... "he said.
- You know I like Rekalde.
- No kidding, 'said Santi-ago Aroa a I loved the Rekalde weeks.
- Damn ... well worth it, and we will pass when the game is over, I guess. "He said, obviously upset .- Come, kiss. Santi
hung up so fast that not even heard Aroa, shaken, saying goodbye with a weak "I love you." I had a uncontrollable desire to mourn, and the Osasuna goal he scored against Barcelona in the last minute did not help at all. Only courage and unconditional Carolina Ismael attentions to her (which was soon fixed that Santi was with her that night) were able to make this evening a little less sad.
course, Sam did not even bother to show up to Rekalde after the game.
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