Choices

17

The coach pulls into the PSG academy car park after another long day of travelling back to Paris, and I bid my goodbyes to Jacques as we go our separate ways after getting off the vehicle. My boyfriend is supposed to be picking me up from here.

Kylian follows close behind me as I begin peering and scanning over the few cars of the car park.

None of them Jack's.

I huff to myself and I check my watch. It is quarter past three and I had messaged him to be here at three, but there is no sign of him. "How are you getting home?" Kylian asks me and I shrug my shoulders pulling out my phone.

It's dead. "Well, Jack was supposed to be taking me home, but he is not here and my phone has died." I fold my arms across my chest and roll my eyes.

"I can take you." The Frenchman shrugs and I look up at him.

"Only if it's on your way."

"Don't worry about that, I haven't got any plans today so I have lots of time to kill, so I will take you home. Come on." He takes my suitcase as well as his own and I follow him to his car.

I get into the passenger seat and it smells extremely pleasant in here. The smell of rich cars, and an expensive air freshener. The leather seats allow me to sink further into the chair and I feel so relaxed as comfort runs through me.

Kylian gets into the car and closes the door rubbing his hands together. "Right, put your address into the satnav and I will take you home." He points towards the built in screen and the engine rumbles satisfyingly.

I struggle at first with trying to work out how the thing works, but after about five minutes of Kylian laughing at me I manage to put my postcode in. "That was not necessary to laugh at me that much." I push his arm and he does his seatbelt up biting his lip.

"No it was." He chuckles to himself and he begins driving.

The journey home is silent and every now and then I steal glances of Kylian before I quickly look away smiling to myself.

As we get closer to home, I think about Jack. Why didn't he come to pick me up? I fold my arms across my chest for what feels like the thousandth time today and I lean my head against the window of the car.

A hand rests on my thigh just above my knee and I close my eyes letting the warm fuzzy feeling consume me. I love his touch, the way it makes everything just melt away within seconds. However, it doesn't get rid of the sickening nervous feeling that I am getting from knowing that I am going back to Jack even after everything that has happened.

I feel guilty over leaving Kylian and not knowing what is going to happen after I get out of this car. The moment we shared on Christmas was the moment that I have dreamed off since being a young girl. The thought of being swept off of your feet and being held and kissed so passionately that you want to stay there the rest of your life makes me feel alive. Makes me feel like my life is complete.

The car comes to a stop in an empty space by the block of flats that I am living in and I undo my seatbelt with slight sadness. "This is me I guess."

Kylian's hand slowly removes his hand from my leg and the warmth leaves me. "I'll see you tomorrow at the academy, yeah?" He looks at me with hopefulness embedded within his brown eyes.

"You will yes." I lean over to him and press my lips against his cheek.

Then I leave him to go back to Jack. I get my suitcase from the boot of his car and head into the block of flats. I turn back to give him a soft wave as he pulls away from my home.

The stairs seem a lot bigger today and I struggle to carry my suitcase all the way up.

Once I get to my floor my heart is racing and I am in a hot fluster from the difficult journey.

When I get to my door that's when I hear it.

Jack shouting and Sam yelling back.

I clench my jaw as I hear their voices thundering around the apartment.

So this is why he didn't pick me up then.

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Hi guys,

Again happy birthday mg_2609, sorry this one was a bit short but I do hope you enjoyed it and that you have had an brilliant birthday.

See you Sunday,

Daisy xxx