deep blue eyes // Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 30 - Just Us

After school that day, at my locker, Antoine meets me there. I smile at simply the sight of him. He smiles back, but then walks close to me, closer than any two people who are just friends would get to each other. But I want everyone to know I'm with him, honestly.

Especially Rachel, wherever she's at now. Elizabeth told me she joined the cheer team or something. That doesn't surprise me. She also said that Tori has kind of become Rachel and Baylee Turner's little minion, which is kind of too bad, but oh well. Apparently, she's just as jerky as the both of them.

Antoine leans against my locker, looking down at me. Then he says, "I saw you crying with that friend of yours at lunch, and you didn't come to sit with us. Is something wrong? I'm worried it's something I did. I'm sorry if-"

"Antoine," I smile up at him. "You're just fine. You've done nothing wrong. Don't worry."

"What was it then? I'm still concerned to see my girlfriend crying." Just the sound of him calling me his girlfriend fills me with complete and utter bliss.

"It's just... Well, I was just saying sorry to her for some stuff I've... done to her in the past. But we made it up to each other, and we're planning on hanging out together maybe this Saturday."

He leans slightly closer to me. "Saturday? Well, I was thinking, maybe on Frid-"

"Hey, Sage!" Neymar, Giroud, and Mbappe suddenly come up from behind me. I look at them.

"Yeah, what's up?" I smile. I feel so great right now, for so many reasons.

"So, you and Grizou are together now?" Mbappe asks, nudging Antoine, but looking at me.

"Yeah, I think so. Right, Antoine?"

"Yeah," he grins. "Of course."

"How long do you reckon it's gonna last?" Neymar asks, leaning on the locker on the other side of me. I feel bad for the people with the lockers next to mine. I feel like people are always leaning on them. I'm sure there must be dents in them by now...

"Shut up..." I say quietly. I don't want to think about breaking up with him. We just got together, and I never want to break up with him, as far as I'm concerned.

"I'm gonna bet fifty bucks they won't be together anymore by... Next July," Mbappe says, ignoring what I just said.

Giroud says, "Aw, guys, shut up. You're just being obnoxious."

"Obnoxious is my middle name," laughs Neymar. "Yet so many love me, so I don't know. Anyway, Mbappe, by July? I say by May. Fifty bucks?"

They shake hands, and say in unison, grinning, "Fifty bucks." They nod together, then burst out laughing.

"Antoine, you know she's probably going to break up with you, right, not the other way aroun-"

Suddenly Antoine gets in the face of Neymar and says seriously, quietly, "Quit joking like that, 'kay? I don't want any jokes about something that hasn't happened and- and-" He slightly stutters a bit, before continuing, even quieter, "hopefully won't happen."

I stare at Antoine's face. I gently grab his hand, saying, "Let's go outside. You wanted to ask me something about Friday or something."

"Right..." he nods, and I pull him out of the school building. I only felt their teasing to be slightly aggravating, but obviously it hit a little bit more of a soft spot on Antoine's heart.

Without even thinking about it, we walk together to our place in the woods behind the school, hand in hand, and it feels amazing, just to be in this position with him. Finally once we're seated next to each other, pretty close, on the big mossy rock, overlooking the stream, I say, "So, about Friday?"

"Yeah," he says, his tired face lighting up. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out."

"So our first real date?" I ask, leaning my shoulder against him cautiously.

He smiles softly. "If you don't call Tuesday night our first real date, then yeah, our first real date."

I nod thoughtfully, asking, "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I really just want to spend time with you. So I just want to do what you want to do. But if you don't have any ideas, I could come up with some."

I nod, thinking for a few seconds, before saying, "Don't got anything."

He nods and says right away, telling me that he's already thought this over, "Maybe we could head to my house? On Friday night? I know it's cliche, but I'm French for God's sake," he jokes. "Of course I'm cliche." I roll my eyes with a grin as he continues, "We could have crisps, and popcorn, and watch a movie or something. Maybe play a board game, you know? Plus, my family has heard a lot about you. Maybe they'd like you meet you."

I blush. "Do you talk about me a lot?"

"I have for a while," he admits. "Even before we got together, like, yesterday."

I smile. "They know we're dating now?"

"Yeah."

"I'd like to meet your family," I smile at him.

"I have an amazing family. My sister won't be around, but my brother and my parents will be. That's the only problem. My younger brother might be bothersome..."

"How old is he?"

"Twelve, now. He's a little craphead."

"I guess I wouldn't know. I only have an older brother."

He nods. "I'm in the middle. My sister is three years older than me."

I nod back. "Well, Antoine, I'd love to go to your house on Friday."

"Alright, I can just drive you to my place after school, then. So have everything you'll need with you."

"Okay," I smile at him as we both get up, walking back together, once again, holding hands, shoulders bumping, walking very close to each other.

He is everything I've ever wanted, and I won't let anyone, ever, never, ever take us away from each other.

Because this is just way too good.

~ Author's Note ~

I watched the Barca and Atletico game. Of course I was rooting for Atletico Madrid... Oh well.

When I saw a pink-haired guy, I was like, oh my God, who dyed his hair pink ? I practically dyed when he turned around and it was Griezmann.

Total shocker. I was not expecting that. Although really, I should have been. Griezmann is always doing weird things with his hair.

I honestly wouldn't be surprised if some time he runs out onto the pitch with a huge bright green mohawk.

I'd just be like, oh, Griezmann.