Page 7 of Entangled With You
They can all catch the news when the media gets wind of it. As much as I like them, they are your friends, not mine.
Sofi
Cattleya Milena… why don’t you call him? I haven’t seen him with anyone ever since I moved to Argentina. FOUR YEARS. Maybe he’s had ONS, but nothing serious. He has never brought a mina to any of our get-togethers. And you know those are often.
Damn, she used my full name. The real one at that; we always love changing each other’s names when we’re giving each other shit.
Cata
Call him for what? He couldn’t leave Playa Blanca fast enough after your wedding without even saying goodbye. If in four years he hasn’t reached out, it’s because sleeping with me meant nothing to him. And I might be a happy-go-lucky kinda girl, but I’m not one to beg a man. Fuck no.
Sofi
JAJAJAJA. Just know that Matías has always been quiet, taciturn even. Maybe he’s scared shitless about reaching out to THE Cata Cardona, soccer player and bombshell.
Cata
Yeah, and Franco’s little sister-in-law. Nah, Sofi. That ship sailed long ago. It’s simple: Matías and I aren’t meant to be. And that’s OK.
Sofi
You sure? Because from where I’m standing, you seem to be a little hung on that man’s orbit.
Cata
JAJAJAJA do you have to be so cheesy? Yuk, you’re such a wifey.
Sofi
Guilty! But seriously, sis. He lives in Buenos Aires now, you’ll be living in the same city.
Cata
Yup, a city of fifteen million people. My chances of seeing him while grocery shopping are slim to none. And even if I see him, I can just say hi and keep going.
Sofi
Yeah, yeah, ok. Do you want to live in Delulu land? Be my guest. I’ll always be here for you. #teamcattleyaforeva
I roll my eyes at my sister’s text. The only person who calls me by my name without making me flinch is him. My sister is so in love and thinks we all are going to end up with the same fairy-tale she and Franco have. I mean, I love it for her. But Matías ruined me for every other male on Earth. I just don’t feel anything remotely similar to what I felt with him when I go out with a guy. And it’s not only physical–I’m talking about the way we chatted for hours on end. He wasn’t quiet, not with me. That’s why I don’t get why he just shut down and left without even saying goodbye. Maybe it was just not the same for him, and he didn’t know how to say it, so he just left? Ugh, why do men have to be so frustrating?
Cata
Love you, sis, I’ll keep you posted.
Sofi
Love you too. So fucking proud of you!
Not even Matías “tattooed hunk” Moreno will steal my thunder. Golden Warriors, here I come.
Chapter 2
Matías Moreno
Monday mornings are my favorites… said no one ever. Dragging my ass out of bed this morning was harder than usual. My morning routine includes checking Bleacher’s Pulse, a women’s soccer newspaper—among other sports outlets—right after I wake up. Seeing Cattleya in the breaking news section brought back a landslide of emotions I thought I had buried deep down. She has grown up to be a woman of staggering beauty, and the way she expresses herself when the media interviews her speaks volumes of her maturity and intelligence—I have unashamedly kept tabs on her. Sue me. If there’s one thing I regret in this life is the way I left Playa Blanca four years ago.
Fuck, why did I have to be such a fuck up and leave the island without even saying goodbye?