The next day, I confidently walk over to the table where the boys sit and sit down right next to Neymar.
He glances over with a casual nod and continues stuffing his face with a messy taco.
Slowly, more of the guys sit down, and nearly all of them look at me weird. But that's okay; I don't really care.
Finally, Henderson gets the guts to say, "Prefect, why are you sitting here?"
"I invited her," Neymar says, looking up with a cocky grin.
"Oh-" Now Henderson looks even more confused.
"Are you guys dating or something?" Foden asks cautiously.
"Nah," Neymar shakes his head. "Don't have to be dating a girl to be hanging around her, do I?"
"No," Mbappe says thoughtfully. "But usually that means you like her... Whoa, Neymar, do you like Prefect?" I few of the guys laugh at this idea. I chuckle at it too, actually, because that's pretty close to impossible.
"No!" he laughs genuinely. "Like I said, man, we're just kinda friends." We are? Okay. He makes friends easily, I guess then.
"So now she's going to be sitting with us all the time?" Henderson asks, sounding annoying. "My girlfriend doesn't sit with us during lunch."
"Good thing she's not my girlfriend," Neymar grins. "I know you guys hate her guts, but give her a chance. Remember that night she practiced with us?"
"That was ages ago," Mbappe cuts in.
"So? She hasn't changed. What you think of her has changed, though. So, actually, it's kind of too bad for you. But I remember that night, and in the locker room after practice, none of you had anything bad to say about her. You talked a lot about her, but everything was good."
They look kind of embarrassed to have Neymar saying that right in front of me, and I think that was the point Neymar was trying to make.
Then Griezmann sits down next to Mbappe with his tray. He doesn't even see me yet as he taps Mbappe's shoulder, laughing his head off and pointing to his tray.
"What?" he looks over.
On Antoine's tray, there is a taco, absolutely SOAKED with sauces- barbecue, ketchup, mustard, and relish.
"Griezmann, ew," Foden laughs.
"I'm gonna eat it in a moment, but first I need to do one more thing..."
"Oh no..." Lloris says, who is just sitting down.
Antoine takes three packets of sugar from his pocket.
Mbappe laughs, making a gagging sound. "Grizou, you're absolutely disgusting!"
And, I agree. What the heck is he doing?
"You gonna eat that?" Neymar asks, eyebrows raised.
"Sure," Griezmann grins. "I've eaten worse." I feel a bit sick as I watch him pour a bag of sugar onto the "taco". Then just to top it off, he peels his orange, and stick the pieces into the huge pile of disgusting mush.
"Who dared you to do that?!" I finally blurt. Why on earth do I like this kid? He's so stupid!
I watch as Antoine looks up in surprise at me being here. "Gosh, Sage, I-" he says slowly. "Why are you sitting here today-"
Almost exactly all at once, almost all the boys at that table start cracking up at Antoine's face at seeing me, and I can't help but laugh my head off, too. "You looked so horrified to see that me, a girl, are seeing you do this awful act, Antoine!" I practically squeak from laughter, holding my side.
Then, Giroud sits down next to Antoine with a grin, saying, "Oh, you're doing it?"
"So it was you who dared him!" I laugh.
"Listen, it was a bet!" Giroud laughs, not seeming surprised at all to see me sitting here with them.
"What sort of agreement did you two make?" Lloris asks.
"I said, mostly jokingly, that I'd give him fifty bucks if he made the most disgusting taco he could, and eat it. I didn't mean it, Grizou!"
Griezmann snorts, saying, "Money is money. And like I said, I've eaten worse."
"When?" I ask.
He shakes his head, not responding, then grins at his friends and stuff the thing in his mouth. The grin quickly falls right off his face, and he looks physically pained to swallow the first bite. His eyes actually appear to be watering.
"Antoine, don't do this to yourself," I say with a laugh.
"Yeah, you're insane," Lloris says.
Antoine doesn't even seem to see me, as he looks only directly Lloris and says, "You're right, I am insane. I don't think fifty is worth this, Olivier. I think you better offer more for this... One hundred?"
"Don't even try, Grizou," he laughs. "It was you who decided to do this."
"You're probably going to throw up after this, Griezmann," Foden comments intelligently, and nearly all the guys nod in agreement.
I turn to Neymar, asking, "Do stupid things like this go on everyday like this at this table with you guys?"
He grins at me, "Yeah, pretty much."
"I didn't know Antoine here would do so much for just some money, man," Giroud laughs. "I mean, really, dude, what is it that you want to get so much with that money?"
Griezmann finishes another painful looking bite before saying, "Well, my football popped a little while ago, and I've been saving up for a new, good one. I would've had enough money by now, but my basketball was getting old, too, so I got a new one a little while ago. I almost have enough to buy the ball, so with the rest of the fifty dollars, I could also buy this new video game-"
Mbappe nudges his friend's shoulder, interrupting him, "Grizou, you're such a dork. You still play, like, games that like I played in grade four."
Griezmann just rolls his eyes, though, not seeming to mind this comment too much. Maybe it's a usual thing for them to make fun of him for his interest in certain video games. It's true, though, that Griezmann is a huge dork. I think that's what I like about him, though. He's so child-like, and he always seems so carefree and fun. He doesn't seem to care if people think he's stupid for doing something, if he thinks it's enjoyable or funny.
For example, him stuffing the most disgusting taco I have ever seen into his mouth right now is a great example of what I'm talking about.
"Griezmann," Neymar says. "What do you think your girlfriend would think if she saw you doing this right now?"
He shrugs, glancing around. "She isn't looking, right? Because I honestly think she'd break up with me. Have I told you guys how much of a neat freak she is? I think she nearly cried when she saw my locker..." He laughs a bit, shaking his head in disbelief.
As I listen to Griezmann make comments throughout the rest of lunch about Rachel, none of them seem positive, as you would expect they would, since she is his girlfriend now, and all I can think is that they really don't seem like a good match.
I honestly think me and him would be a way better match.
Just an idea, though.
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deep blue eyes // Antoine Griezmann
FanfictionThis is a story written in first person that takes place in high school. The main character is Sage, a high school girl who has a crush on a certain boy. Ranked #1 in the tag griezmann on 2/17/23. Ranked #69 in the tag madrid on 3/13/23. (Sorry guys...