SECOND THOUGHTS||Ramos & Co.

Twelve

Another final whistle blown...

This time, Sarah grinned and clapped her hands. A 3-0 Colombian victory over Poland made Sarah giddy, especially when James was man of the match with his two assists he provided for the Colombian squad. They just needed a good victory against Senegal and then they would advance to the knockout stages. Sarah knew it was going to be difficult with some of the players Senegal had, but she had full faith that her boyfriend would be able to lead his country to victory.

As the players started to head towards the tunnel, Sarah left her seat and went over to the very first row by the tunnel. She blended in with the rest of the Colombian supporters that wanted to get the attention of the players, but to James, she immediately stood out.

He grinned as he ran over to the stands. After a performance like today, he couldn't wait to go over and be congratulated by the girl he loved. Her presence added to the thrill he was already feeling from today's victory. She was his good luck charm, and to him, nothing was more beautiful than her in the #10 shirt. She'd bring him the best of luck for the rest of the tournament. He felt it every time he looked up at the stands during today's match.

When he got to her, he immediately grabbed her hand and helped her over the barrier between the stands and the match. The euphoria ran through the both of them as they embraced each other.

"I'm so proud of you! You did amazing today, amor!" Sarah beamed. James looked straight into his favourite pair of eyes and smiled sweetly. It made he even more ecstatic that there was a sparkle in those eyes. She was happy and it was because of him.

"Well, someone brought me amazing luck today," he told her as he took her hand, "and now the team gets to meet the real reason why we won today."

He laughed, but Sarah blushed. She hadn't really gotten a chance to meet the national team yet with how much running around she had been doing between seeing the Spanish Real boys, her brother, and now James. She felt bad that she couldn't spend as much with James as she believed she should, but he understood that she had to divide her time for everyone she cared about.

James knew what was going through her head as they walked down the tunnel and were on their way. He gave her a reassured smiled and squeezed her hand. He knew that the team would love her, so he didn't see a need for her to worry. He did feel bad about having to leave her for a bit though.

"Hey, it's going to be okay," he told her with his signature smile, "but I can't take you in just yet. Coach has to talk to us first. You don't mind waiting, do you?"

He looked worried, but Sarah smiled. "You should know by now, considering how long I've been in the football scene. I'll be fine."

Blushing, James nodded and kissed her quickly. "Right. I'll see you soon, okay?" She nodded and just leaned up against the wall as he ran into the Colombian dressing room. She was used to this. It was always and wait to talk to the other players, unless she was treating someone that was injured, back in Madrid.

As she waited, she just casually scrolled through her social media feed. She smiled at the posts of all of her friends enjoying their time at the World Cup. Everything she saw put a smile on her face for once. It didn't long until her mood was ruined. All it took was a few text messages.

From: The Devil Herself

Our problems are almost solved, honey.

Just don't show up to my wedding.

You won't be invited. I'll make sure of it, especially with YOU ruining Spain's World Cup chances.

You messed with the captain's head, so I'm fixing him.