Opposite | Adnan Januzaj

Chapter 10

Trinity's POV

After about an hour, Adnan and I left the restaurant. I was a few steps ahead of Adnan as he was multitasking. I don't know what he was typing in in his phone, probably texting. How nice, texting while you're supposed to be spending time with me. I wasn't getting jealous or anything, I just thought it was a bit rude how he was in the virtual world when he could be in the real world with me...

I felt someone grab my hair and squeeze my bun. Ok then... I turned around and saw Adnan who had finally put away his phone.

"I like that," he said, pointing to the bun on top of my head.
"It's call a 'bun' and it's really messy right now, but whatever."
"Can I touch it again?"
"What the heck,"I laughed.
"It's weird... But in a good way of course!" He added, trying not to say the wrong thing to upset me.
"Thanks and you're weird," I joked playfully.
"I'm going to take that as a compliment."

He was now up to my speed, walking at my left. We crossed the street and passed a man who looked up and recognized the face.

"Januzaj?"
Adnan tried as much as he could to keep his head down, but the man already saw, "That's me..."
"If you don't mind, could I get a picture?"
"No problem, just maybe take it over here. Don't want to attract a crowd."
"Of course, of course," the man was very understanding.
"Miss, would you please take the picture?"

I was going to roll my eyes at the guy and tell him to take it himself, but Adnan's eyes shot over to me. I aggressively snatched his phone out of his hands, then acknowledged what I had done. I friendly smiled at the both of them, hoping it would make up for it. I counted them down, telling them to smile on "one". At the end of the countdown, I hit the button. He asked for a few extra snaps, which I took before returning his phone.

Him and Adnan had a few words. I stood off to the side, leaning against the cold brick wall. I reached into my over the shoulder bag and slipped out my phone. I checked the time and it was around two o'clock. We had time, I knew my parents normally cooked dinner around six, so it'd be ready to eat by half past six. I wasn't in a hurry to get home.

I didn't really eavesdrop on their conversation, but I heard a few things. The guys name was apparently "Brett" and he wished his girlfriend would've been with him cause she's a big fan too. They talked for over ten minutes and I was kind of getting impatient with them. I sat down, bringing my knees to my chest, and scrolled through Instagram. I saw that Adnan had posted a picture of his food from the restaurant. I didn't want to follow him, but I had been for a long period of time because my sister would make me. I attempted to unfollow, but she made checking my followers a part of her daily routine.

The two boys finally finished talking. I moved my eyes from the post I was looking at, to Adnan who was walking over to me.

"Up!"

I held out my hands asking for help. He took my hands in his and pulled me up. I nearly crashed into him and lost my footing.

"Don't pull that hard..."
"Sorry, I was trying to help and I didn't know you were that light..."
"Thank you," I grinned, "but I'm not that light."
We continued walking, "You are, you're a fit girl."
"Well I don't play any sports and I hardly train. Expect for maybe a morning jog on the weekends."
"That's still exercise and it's healthy."
"Yeah, well I'm not as intense as you."
"That doesn't matter, it's whatever makes you happy."
I changed the subject, "I saw your post. So you're one of those people who posts pictures of their food, eh?" I smirked at him.
"It looked good, ok? That was just a one time thing."
"Why don't you start taking more pictures of people instead of food..."
"Ok."
"Alright cool that's-"

He whipped out his phone and snapped a picture of me. The flash blinded my eyes.

"Adnan!"
"What? I following what you said!"
"Not of me, stupid!"
He took another picture, "Oops."
"Oops?! Let me see."

He turned his phone, so the screen was now facing me. Oh god, he took it right when I was talking. My eyes were half closed and my mouth was wide open.

My voice had no expression, "Delete it."
"But I-"
"Now."
"I'll let you delete it because you probably don't trust me."
"Thank you, Adnan."

He put the phone near my hands and I looked down only to see him flip the screen and take yet another picture! He showed me and it wasn't a bad picture. I was actually smiling because I thought he was going to let me delete the previous ones. Adnan had managed to get in that last one and was grinning.

"Stop taking bad pictures of me!"
"It wasn't that bad!"
"If you want to take a picture, get a good one!"

I smiled as we were walking and he took another. I took some of him walking, obviously he wasn't aware of it, then showed it to him after. He got upset, in a funny way, and wrestled me for my phone. He ended up deleted them. We stopped and Adnan held out his phone to take a selfie of us. I pursed my lips and Adnan made a funny face as his finger hit the button. We laughed along at took several more pictures with weird faces.

"Al- alright n- now let's take a... A nice one!" I spit out my words in between fits of giggling. The last face Adnan made was imply hilarious.
"Agreed," he said, trying to hold it in.
"This is fun."
"I know, I like the camera," he flashed me a smile.
"Save that smile for the camera."

Once again, we posed for the camera, but nicely. We both were smiling and our heads were inches apart. His finger moved to press the button, but there was some kind of commotion behind us. Adnan turned around and immediately shoved me out of the way. I was sent flying into the wall of the store. Flashes ten times brighter than the ones on our phone snapped pictures of Adnan. He rolled his eyes and gave them his killer smile.

I sighed and shook my head. Fixing my hair slightly, I walked off in the other direction, keeping my back turned from the mob surrounding Adnan.