Chapter 11

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Saturday

I haven't met Marco since Thursday. And I have to admit that it's made me sad. I mean, I'm sure that Marcel told him about our little conversation that evening and he hasn't called? That meeting of his had been interesting and tiring when he didin't come yesterday. 

"Yeah. Okey, but you'll come, right?" Marcel asked on the phone. I closed the door once again and started listening. "Yes as far as I know she's coming too." he said and I furrowed my eyebrows. Who is he talking to? And who is she? "Okey. I'll be waiting for you!" he said and laughed. "Yep. Bye." he said and hung up. Who the hell was he talking to?

"Good morning." I said as I walked out of my room and sat down. "Hey. Did you have good sleep? You will need energy tonight!" Marcel said happily and I laughed. I don't know if he will need me there when he said that she is coming. Who is she?! I cleared my throat and put my cup on the table. "I heard you talking on the phone. No problems, right?" I asked nervously and he smirked. "Who do you think I was talking to?" he asked and I shrugged. "I don't know. I just heard your voice so I was wondering if everything is right about the party." I said and he nodded. 

"Everything is okay. I was talking to Marco." he said and looked at me. Ow. Talking to Marco. So that she must be a girl probably. Okay. I don't feel like going there anymore. "Won't you say anything?" he asked and I shrugged. "I have nothing to say." I said innocently. "Sooo, what will you wear?" he asked and I laughed. "I don't know. What do you suggest?" I asked and he stood up. "Let me see." he said and started walking towards my wardrobe.

"This is niiiice!" he said and held up my black cocktail dress and I rolled my eyes. "And this." he said and gave me my turquisoe high heels. I laughted and put it on bed. "Fine. Maybe I'll put it on." I said and he shrugged. I looked at the outfit and sighed. Will I be that beautiful as the girl who they were talking about on the phone earlier? Who is she? Do I know her? Doesn't he like me anymore? Of course he doesn't. I was awful to him.

"Are you okay?" he asked and I left my thoughts behind. "Y-yep." I said and faked a smile. "Marco was asking if you're coming." he said and I blushed. Wait. Am I the she? "Why would he do that?" I asked while looking down on the floor. Marcel laughed and shook his head. "I don't know. He's on his way to Düsseldorf." he said and I furrowed my eyebrows. Why? "He's playing friendly match there." he said as if he's reading my mind. I shrugged and he furrowed his eyebrows. "It has nothing to do with me." I said and he sighed.

"Listen up. You like him, he likes you, you care about him, he cares about you. Where the hell is the problem?!" Marcel exclaimed and I rolled my eyes. "I need to study. Bye." I said and pushed him out of my room. He stopped in front of the door and smirked. "Everything, everything will change after tonight." he said and winked. I shut the door behind him. What is to be changed? Is he a psycho?! Yeah. Of course he is a psycho.

8 pm

"I am heeeere." I yelled as I closed the door behind me. Yeah, I'm already at the club. Marcel has been here for 2 hours. He wants to make sure that everything is fine. "Em? C'm here please!" he called from behind the bar. I walked there and he whistled. "What?!" I snapped and he threw his hands in the air. "You look good. But what's the matter with the dress?" he asked and I shrugged. I don't wear dress. I don't need to worry about the way I will sit (so my underwear won't be seen) the whole night. So I wear dark magenta tank top, light blue tight jeans and magenta high heels. 

"Nothing. So, how can I help ya?" I asked and he closed his eyes for a second. "I need you to do me a huge favour." he said and I sighed. "Okay. But you have to open this first." I said and handed him a box. "What's that?" he asked and I shrugged. "I guess that it's your burthday today." I said and he laughed. He opened the box and took the frame out. "My God. Em, it's beautiful. Thank you." he said and hugged me. It's a frame of our pictures. From childhood until now. "Now the favour." I said and he giggled. Okay. I guess that I will gave to build a snowman or something like that. No, just kidding. "Tell me." I said and he took a deep breath. "Could you lift Marco up?" he asked quickly and I giggled. "You're kidding." I said and he shook his head. "He has problems with his driving license, so he can't drive. Emma please." he said and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Problems?" I asked. Problems with driving liecnse? Is there a bad pohoto of him on it or what?! "Yeah. He was driving without having one. Em, please." he said and I threw my hands in the air. 

"Okay. I won't ask more. Whatever. Just give me his address." I said and he hugged me. "Thank you." he said and I faked a smile. "It's a piece of cake!" I said ironically and he rolled his eyes. He gave me a piece of paper with Marco's address on. "Call him that I'll be there in 10 minutes." I said and left. Okay Emma. It's nothing. You'll be driving with Marco Reus in your car. It's nothing. You will be quiet and nothing will happen. Resist him.

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I parked the car right in front of the front door and waited for him. Marco lives about 10 minutes walking from our flat. Oh God. He's walking in my direction. Okay. Good. It's fine. Breath. "Hi." he said as he sat down and looked at me. What a beautiful smile. "Hey." I said and he kept staring on me. "Seatbelt please." I said breaking the silence and he smirked. Why that smirk? Oh God, save me. I started the engine and drove off.

"How are you?" he asked and I smiled. "Good, thanks. And you?" I asked, but kept my gaze on the road. "Fine. We had a match today. Friendly match." he said and I nodded. "I know. Marcel told me." I said and felt his eyes on me. "Yeah? And what do you think? How did it go?" he asked and I giggled. "You won maybe? And you maybe scored a goal?" I asked and he giggled. "Do you believe me that much? We tied the game." he said and I made that 'ow' sound. "So why did you think that we win?" Marco asked. Think about the answer. Lord! It's extremely difficult to think when I smell his perfume. "Uum... you're good... at playing it." I mumbled. "Wow. I take it as a compliment." Marco said and I chuckled.

Yaaaaaaay! They won! Let's celebrate! 4:2 ladies and gentlemen!
I promise the next chapter is gonna be sooo good! I hope you like this one too. Let me know :) !

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