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Cristiano groaned as the sun rays hit him on the face, as he opened the gate to FIFA High. This was the day where he was officially now a senior. He checked his schedule - his homeroom being Ancelotti’s class this year. As a freshman and junior, he had Sir Alex Ferguson, and that man was like a father to him. He had gotten Ancelotti’s class last year as well, and he wasn’t… terrible. He just had really simple classes, that’s all. Not that he was complaining, he got straight A's.
He also heard that he’d be having a new classmate today, he heard it was a Belgian kid, but he wasn’t sure what his name was. The new kid was supposedly “infamous” for stealing Kevin De Bruyne’s girlfriend back in 7th grade. Seemed cool. As he walked to his homeroom, he yelped as he felt someone tap his shoulder, but calmed down as he saw who it was.
“Sergio.. let me guess, we got the same homeroom again?”
“Mhm. Karim, Luka and Marcelo are also there - have you met the new kid? He’s so tall, and we all call him a giraffe for it.”
Cristiano chuckled, now kind of intrigued in this new kid. “Oh, really? Is he nice?”
“I think so. He’s changed a lot since 7th grade, but Kevin still isn’t over it.”
“Oh, please. It was, what, 5 years ago now? Everyone on City is such a wimp.”
“You’re just saying that because United is like your family.”
“Kind of, but still, they’re all crybabies - except maybe that new kid they signed from Dortmund. I forget his name.”
“We’re gonna be late, Cris. Speed up a little, won’t you?”
“Fine.”
* * *
Pep opened the door to his classroom, happy to see his favorite, Kevin De Bruyne. He also noticed that the new student, Erling, was getting along well with the Belgian.
“Good morning, class,” Pep began, some whispers being heard before the class went silent. Perfect. “How were your vacations? Full of learning and practicing for our pop quizzes this year, I hope.”
Jack groaned, he was new to this class, and he already wasn’t having this. Pop quizzes? Really? He could already tell this year was going to be boring, but he’d heard that Pep let students cheat on tests sometimes, so that would be pretty cool, at least.
“I’m going to pass the list here. Ederson?”
“Here.”
“Ruben Dias?”
“I’m here.”
“João Can- Oh, right, he’s on loan to Tuchel’s class. Nevermind. Walker?”
“Here, sir.”
After a long, long list of students…
“Today we’re going to be learning about how The Spanish went on a conquest to the Caribbean and the Americas, and how they took all their gold. Does anyone know what country they went to first?”
Julián raised his hand. “Argentina!”
“No. Julián, pay more attention. Kevin, help Julián out.”
“It’s the Dominican Republic, Julián. Learn your history.”
“It's not my fault this class is boring.. I didn't even know that was a country,” the Argentinian mumbled.
* * *
Xavi took a sip of his morning coffee, looking as tired as ever. Robert and Frenkie were blabbering on about something, Pedri and Gavi were doing whatever, Ter Stegen was being ominous in the back and Koundé was impatient to leave already.
“ Silencio. ” Xavi groaned, everyone immediately shutting up. Xavi looked over at Robert, who was currently the oldest however maybe the best in grades, behavior and overall personality. He liked Lewandowski, he did, however he really didn’t like how he did stupid things to fit in.
“We need to discuss the fact that we lost in rating to Arteta’s class. Explain to me, how we won the Most Famous Class award, however, we lost to the second place in the Best Class? It doesn’t make sense. I’m very disappointed in all of you, however, I’ll let it slide, because we still won a trophy. If we go even one year without any trophies, I’ll make sure to do something you don’t like. Understand?”
Everyone nodded at the same time. Even seniors like Robert were afraid of Xavi, in some way.
“Good, good. Today, we'll be learning about pronunciation. If you're from a country that already speaks Spanish, like Pablo or Pedro here, then you'll have a nice ride with this. But if you're from a foreign country like Robert or Gündogan, well.. you might have a hard time understanding. Let’s begin.”
* * *
Cristiano looked up at the new kid. Thibaut Courtois. He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing a little. He tried to focus on the class, but why the hell did he have to sit next to Courtois? It was awkward, since Ronaldo had a history of humiliating Thibaut while the Belgian was still in Simeone’s class, same case for when he was in Mourinho’s class, when José still gave English. Thibaut caught him staring, and the goalkeeper's cheeks turned a little pink before looking back at Ancelotti and the board, and Cristiano felt his face heat up from embarrassment.
Sergio watched it happen, he was on a desk where he could see the two’s faces pretty well, and smirked as he saw their reactions. He nudged Luka, who was next to him. “That’s a weird combo.. but something seems to be happening,”
“Sergio, maybe Cristiano is just embarrassed to be around the guy he has some history with, that’s all.”
“I didn’t mean it that way, I’m not like Marcelo that ships Cristiano with anyone who breathes the same air as him. I just think they’ll be good friends, that’s all,” Sergio replied, staring at the red-faced Portuguese.
“Well.. yeah. I’ve actually seen them talking at lunch, even when Thibaut was in Simeone’s class.”
“Exactly. Hell, I think they’re friends already, there’s just some undisclosed tension!”
“Sergio, don’t tell me-”
“I’m going to help them get rid of that tension. And if Thibaut doesn’t cooperate, I’ll threaten him,”
“My lord, Sergio. Just let them figure it out on their own.”
Meanwhile, Cristiano pulled his schedule out of his backpack, his face going back to normal. He smiled a little as he saw that he had History, Pep’s class, with Lewandowski. But his face dropped as he saw who else. Courtois, again.
“Merda,” he mumbled.
“ Você sabe que eu falo português também, certo? ” Thibaut whispered, looking at Ronaldo with a bit of a soft smile.
“I..” Cristiano put his schedule away and felt like the biggest idiot ever. He went red again, looking away immediately. Thibaut realized why and looked away as well, the awkward tension building.
“Ronaldo, what the hell are you doing?” Sergio mumbled, wanting to facepalm. “See, Luka? This is exactly why I don’t trust Cris with solving stuff on his own, it turns out making it worse.”
“Sergio. He wasn’t trying to fix it, it’s just.. a coincidence that Courtois knows Portuguese.”
“I call bulls-” Sergio was interrupted by Luka covering his mouth with one hand, who was looking at him like he was the devil.
“Don’t swear!” Luka said, frowning as he looked at Sergio as he retracted his hand.
“ Sergio Ramos and Luka Modrić, ” Ancelotti said, louder than usual. “Are you going to stop talking, or do I have to get you out of my class?” Everyone’s eyes were glued to them, some giggling, some annoyed, some worried.
Sergio wanted to roll his eyes, but Luka looked like he had just seen a ghost, and that worried Sergio.
“No, Ancelotti. We’ll stop.” Sergio huffed, but deep down, he wanted to keep talking to the Croatian - but Ramos knew how Luka was. Luka never wanted any trouble, and Sergio was the troublemaker, sure, but Sergio didn’t want to get his crush into problems just because of him. That wouldn’t be fair.
* * *
Luis groaned as Mourinho walked into their detention.
“Hm. Detention on the first day of school. I expected it from you two,” he pointed at Luis and Neymar, Neymar making an offended face. He then pointed towards Lionel. “But you.. that’s strange.”
Luis didn’t say anything “smart”, he knew damn well that if he made a remark he would get another detention. “Yeah, because Leo is a good kid.”
“Whatever. What atrocious crime did you commit to be stuck here with me?”
“Ney was trying to get the vending machine to blow up,” Leo began, Luis’ face going into annoyance and worry as Leo started listing their offenses. Neymar started sweating. “Luis was trying to eat Pep’s arm in secret, and I was just… there.” Leo said, his face blank as the other two prayed for their safety.
“Are you kidding me, you two? Are you insane? What would you do if headmaster Zidane was here to see this, hm?!”
“Wait, you’re going to tell Zidane about this?!” Neymar said in a panicked voice.
“...No. Simply because you three have good grades. I’ll let it slide for now.” José said, Neymar sighing as relief washed over him. “I’m going to go get Sprite or something. Don’t leave, or else I’ll kill you and your family.” He said, before walking out.
“Something is seriously wrong with that guy.” Luis said, his tone disgusted.
“Says the one who was trying to eat Guardiola.” Neymar remarked, chuckling as he saw Luis’ annoyed face.