Jude Bellingham - 02

ֵ ׅ ֹ ׅ 𝐌irada en 𝐓í. (𝗕𝗟, 𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦 𝗚𝗜𝗟𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗔).

Your childhood dream was to play against England, and to face Jude Bellingham; and today, you were about to fulfill it. Round of 16. Mexico vs. England. You were excited to play with pride for your country, but something was making you feel distracted; Jude's gaze, fixed specifically on you.

During a hydration break in the 22nd minute of the first game, you approached Armando slowly, looking at him silently for a few seconds.

— "What have you brought, Morita?" Armando asked, still panting slightly from the recent physical exertion.

— "Jude keeps staring at me, it's like I'm a perfectly cooked pork rind in front of him"—you muttered, squeezing the water bottle tightly in your hand.

"Morita, don't exaggerate. Maybe he's just sizing you up. You know how they are in England," Armando remarked, placing the bottle on a nearby chair and giving you a gentle pat on the shoulder.

"Everything will be alright," she said softly, smiling gently at you, trying to calm your nerves.

You forced a smile, nodding almost instantly.

Three minutes later, the hydration break was over and the referee's whistle echoed across the field, signaling the restart of the game. You returned to your position, ready to play, but you were sure that Jude's gaze was still analyzing you from afar with the same intensity as before.

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