deep blue eyes // Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 14 - Stolen

~Author's Note~

Thanks to all who have been reading this. Oh my goodness, so there are SO MANY GIFS of Griezmann I have, and I wish so badly I could make them the covers of chapters above, but I don't think I can here on Wattpad. If you actually can, then please tell me, because I think that would be kind of cool if I could do that.

Someone: I don't really like Neymar too much. I mean, he's okay, but he's not as awesome as everyone makes him out to be...

Every 13-yr-old girl in the universe, all at once, in unison, their eyes glowing bright red: YOU ARE WRONG NEYMAR IS MY LOVE.

On Saturday morning, I get a confusing text.

Well, actually, it's a very clear text, and I get exactly what it means. It just can't believe it. It makes no sense, but in a different way.

It's such a dreadful message, and at first I think it must be a lie.

Rach: hey Sage guess what? I GOT A DATE WITH GRIEZMANN. And he said he loved me.

When I first read this, I actually start sweating. Waves of heat seem to come through my bedroom. I don't know how to react. So I text her back, my fingers nervously moving very quickly over the keyboard.

Me: Nuh uh youre lying

Rach: No, I'm not! You can ask him yourself. I'm dating him!

My hands are shaking. This is some sort of trick. I want to hear her voice, because speaking is easier to figure out than texts, but I'm afraid I might start crying on the phone, and that would be super awkward.

Also, I want to call Antoine, but then I'll risk the same thing, and it would be even weirder if he heard me crying about him getting with my friend.

But I also need to know if this is true. My fingers are shaking, and tears are already coming to my eyes.

Why can't I ever hold myself together? Like, it's getting to be a problem. A serious problem. But my emotions just come up, and I never know what to do with them, so I cry.

Things seemed to be going so well with me and him. He was so kind to me, and he even caught me at the dance. That's such a wonderful memory... But how is this true? It can't be. Even invited me to his practice, and I heard the boys talking in the locker room! What is this? There has to be a mistake.

I sigh and go to the bathroom. I drink some water, wash my face with ice cold water, and stare at myself in the mirror for a few seconds.

Of course he'd date her. He's a handsome blue eyed footballer and she's a dark-haired curvy girl with a beautiful face. Meanwhile, I'm a tan girl with dull brown eyes and hair.

I sigh. I need to call him, though, and hear his own voice saying it, before I can believe any of it.

Okay, I can do this. I can do this without breaking down in tears. Hopefully.

I walk back to my bedroom, sit down on my bed, and dial in his number into my phone.

It rings, and rings, and rings, and rings. Finally he picks up with a, "Hello? Antoine Griezmann speaking."

"Hi, Antoine."

"Is this Sage?" he asks, which I find confusing. He never has had to ask before, which led me to think he saved my contact in his phone, just as I did with his. Then I get a dreadful realization. Would he have deleted my contact from his phone after he and Rachel linked up for some reason? I hope not...

"Yeah, this is Sage."

"What's up?"

"Uh, so I was talking to my friend, Rachel Ericsson. She was saying that... she went on a date with you or something?"

There's a soft chuckle on the other end and his voice, his voice, says, "Oh yeah. She was really that excited about it, that she told you?"

I feel nauseous. I'd love to throw up my lunch just about right now. "Yeah... she did. She, like really likes you, you know."

"Yeah, that makes sense," he laughs. "She acted like it."

"Where'd you guys go?"

"I just took her out to the movies. She asked if she wanted to date, like, more, and be a couple, and I said sure. Don't worry, Sage."

"What?" I ask, confused. "What would I worry about?"

"I thought about you before I said yes, and how we're friends, and how it might make it awkward to be dating your friend, you know. So I made her promise to, like, still let me hang out with other girls like you and stuff without her getting jealous. Because I would expect her to understand that it would just be me hanging out with my friends, and not cheating or anything."

I'm close to tears, but I'm doing a good job at fighting them off. "So, how'd that go down? I didn't even know you guys knew each other."

"I didn't know her. But she starting texting me a few days ago, and then asked if I wanted to go out, and I said sure. She's taking it a lot more seriously than I am, I think."

"Yeah..." I swallow. "So she said you told her you love her?"

There's a silence on the other end, before he says, "Uh, I don't remember that? I could have, though, I guess. I mean, I don't think she would lie about that, because why would she? So I guess I must have..."

"Right, that makes sense," I say, even though it really doesn't. "Well I was just wondering about that. Bye, then?"

"Yeah, bye, Sage." He hangs up.

Even though, obviously, I never even dated Antoine, in one way or another, it feels like Rachel has just stolen my man from me.

This is insane. I still can't believe how she did that, so easily!

I don't know if I'll be able to forgive Rachel, even though, technically, she didn't even wrong me. When I think about it, she must have been feeling this kind of disappointment and jealousy earlier, like maybe at homecoming.

But if it's going to be war, it will be.

Because I won't stop fighting to get Antoine Griezmann.