Chapter I

Today they had the first training,and of course i had to pick up my dad from the stadium....because mom was already working at her news reports(yes,she is an journalist).

I got there a few minutes earlier because the road wasn't full and parked the car on the place kept for my dad.
Firstly I decided to wait in the car,but was very warm outside and got bored,so I went inside,to the greensward.

Finally I got on the grass,where the team was training and my dad was talking to the assistant coach.I took a big breath because I saw all the players eyes looking at me and I tried not to get nervous as i was getting closer to Pep.
"Hola pare!"I said while my hand touched his shoulder "han acabat?"
"Hola, esperant a l'oficina."he replied but got me blocked....where was his office?Well because I hate asking too many questions I just went to sit on the bench....
Last time I was at my dad's training sessions he was training Barcelona,and a few days after that Marc asked me out...I don't know why this came through my mind,but it just did,and made me feel a little worried,will that happen again?I looked  around,I knew most of their players were married...but then my eyes focused on one person,someone I heard about two years ago,or more.
I was looking at him and I realized that he was also looking at me,felt soo awkward so I moved my eyes,but still felt my cheeks getting red.
"Lexi,stop it!" was the only thought I had.When I looked back to him he continued to pay more attention to my dad which was announcing that the training today is over.
After that,my dad looked at me and made a sign to follow him.We were about to get into his office when a voice called him "mister" and he had to stop and talk to Him,yes it was Him,I bet he just invented a silly reason to stop my dad so that he could get closer to me.Right,I start again with all my imagination...but what if I am right?...Well I think I'm losing my mind because I didn't even heard my dad when he started talking to me.
"Yes?" I replied lost "have to ask me something?" I continued.
"I asked if you are hungry"dad continued while he opened the office door.
"Yeah,kind of " I replied still with my mind very far away.
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After we stopped at a Mc Drive we found on the way back home dad reminded me the fact that I had to learn german(yuppy).Is not that I hate it...but I found it very hard to learn."I don't really have to rush with the learning,because until September I still have time"
"Don't say that,if you won't start today,tomorrow for sure you won't"dad replied with a very severe voice.
"Fine,whatever"was my reply and then I took my phone from my bag to check my Twitter page.
Weird thing happend,instead of checking my Twitter,I checked my WhatsApp and  there I found 3 messages from taa daa Marc and my reaction was really "wtf?!"
"What?"dad ask because I said those words out laud
"Nothing,sorry" I said embarrassed and smiled to hide my surprised look.
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Back home I changed into some cozy clothes and spend the rest of my day in my room listening to music and thinking about a bunch of stuff.
Anyway,that "helped" me forget to reply Marc...
*trrr-trrr*My phone started ringing

Preface

"Lexi,come on!"my stepdad Josep shout from downstairs.
"I'm coming in a minute" I shouted back.
Yeah,well I'm Alexia,short Lexi how my stepdad calls me.I say he is my step dad because my mom married Josep Guardiola twelve years ago,yeah the ex manager from fc Barcelona,well my last name isn't Guardiola,so my school mates don't 'freak out' when hear my name because Alexia Cole is a very normal name for them...
"Hope you didn't forget something important"Pep said smiling
"Mom helped me,that means no" I replied while I was searching my Ipod in my hand bag.
"Good,then"
We're just about to get our plane which will take us back to Europe after a years spent in New York.
"Smells like home,huh?"my mom said just after we got in front of our new home in Munich.
"No,it smells like Germany,England is our home."I said annoyed and took one of my bags and ran in the house.
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"Mom,this is not a nice house,I need my old bedroom"I said when I found my mom making dinner
"Which of them?You hated all your old bedrooms."She said smirking
"Not true!"I chuckled
"Okay,okay...you know that you can decor it however you want to....we'll stay a while here"mom said while she gave me some dishes
"No,I'll stay only one year,then I go to England"I replied with a stubborn voice.
"That,we'll talk later,until then you have to make friends here"
"Brilliant...always the same story"I said pouted.
"Everything's gonna be okay,you know that"she added while tried to kiss my forehead,but i moved faster and took a sit at the table.
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There I was at the official presentation of my dad (yeah I prefer to call him like that,because he was always my dad,I've never met my real dad,all I knew about him was that he is italian,and that he met my mom there,when she was modeling in Milano.My mom refused to tell me his name,because she said that he didn't even gave me his name,so I had no reasons to find him,and I agreed with her)at Bayern Munich,another great club in Europe,and another school for me...but is summer yet and that means school is off,until September.
I was dressed in a white top and a burgundy high waisted skirt and my beige studded flats(which I loved),my brown hair was all curled on my back and my face well,was having a little make-up (as usually foundation,black mascara,bronzer as blush, black eye liner and obviously my coral-red lipstick).
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Just after we arived back home i ran in my room and opened my Mac,to check my Twitter,and there wasn't a surprise when I found some link from diferent newspapers with my dad's title on them,also they wrote about me with the irreplaceable name"Guardiola's daughter" or "Bartra's ex".
Just before you'll start wondering I'll answer,Yes I did date Marc,but this have past,we had to move on,for two reasons :I had to move and...the other reason is that we did get bored f each other,my firends said this happend because we weren't compattible,but common,we were the perfect couple,as looking,yeah I'm freaking modest,I do like the way I look...but guys don't like me,I guess,or not the right ones....