deep blue eyes // Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 36 - Getting Ready

The next day, on Friday, for some odd reason, for the first time in quite a while, I'm not in the mood to talk to Antoine Griezmann. I don't know when the last time I experienced this was before, but it certainly was a while ago, that's for sure.

He obviously doesn't feel the same way, and, of course, we have a double date planned for tonight, so I kind of have to talk to him.

During lunch, Antoine leans in close to me and says in my ear, gently moving my hair aside, "I talked to Neymar."

"Oh, you did?" I fake a smile. I should never have to fake a smile to my beloved boyfriend. Right? I think so...

"Yeah, and he agreed to it. I told him some things about not being a snotty jerk and everything, and he agreed."

"Good," I nod.

"So, you and Elizabeth will come in a car, and my and Neymar will go in a car together, m'kay?"

"Yeah," I nod again. "Which restaurant have you decided on?"

"I'll just send you the location when I get home tonight. We'll meet there at 5:00 P.M. tonight, and our night will begin."

I grin, this time for real. I can't stay mad at Antoine long. He's too handsome. He's too cute. He's too charming. How could I? At this point, I'm not mad at all the way he and Foden were referring to me yesterday afternoon- I'm sure they didn't mean it like that, and they must've just been talking strangely. "You're so on top of it all, Antoine."

He smiles back, his deep blue eyes shining, seeming to be taking in my own smile. It's quite a lovely feeling.

After lunch, Neymar catches me in the hall before I get to class. "Sage," he says, grabbing the sleeve of my hoodie.

I look over, eyebrows raised. "Yeah?"

"So, who is the girl?"

"What girl?"

"The girl I'm going out with tonight. Griezmann didn't tell me who she was."

I grin, looking up at Neymar. "If Antoine didn't tell you, why would I? It's a surprise!"

"Aw, c'mon, Sage! Please?"

"Nope! Anyways, boy, I got to get to class now!" I turn and walk down the hall, slightly swaying my hips with a wave to him. I hear him sigh in exasperation as I walk away.

When I get home, I tell Elizabeth on the phone about the plans for tonight. I say she can ride the bus to my house, and we'll take the bus to the restaurant. Looking at the location Antoine sent me, it looks like a five star, so I tell Elizabeth to be sure to dress fancy.

I also say to her, knowing Neymar and his tastes, that dressing a little sexy, along with dressing fancy, would probably be a smart idea, too.

Meanwhile, at home, I am sure to put on an outfit to impress Antoine, as well. Even though he has never shown open interest about my body in that way, I'm sure he thinks it. He must. I mean, if he likes me as much as he says he does, he must love my body, too, right? He's just a little bit too much of a respectful gentleman type to go out and say I look hot or sexy.

I'm sure, knowing Neymar, if he thinks Elizabeth looks pretty, hot, and sexy tonight, he'll make sure to voice it. And I wouldn't be surprised if he voices it in somewhat of a rude way, too. Because that's just kind of how Neymar is. Hopefully Elizabeth won't take that way about him wrong...

I put on a tight dress that is covered with flowers. It is low cut, and the skirt on it, which hugs my waist and butt, goes only halfway down my thighs. It has puffy long sleeves that give it a bit more of a casual feel. I clip a humble necklace on and sling a nice white purse over my shoulder. I decide to keep my hair down for tonight. For some reason, I feel like Antoine might like that better. I don't know why, though, because he has never made any hint of what he thinks in the matter either way.

In a little while, there is a ring on my doorbell, and I get to the door before anyone else can. I open the door to see Elizabeth, wearing very tight black skinny jeans, beige high heel boots, and a low cut, white button down shirt. I stare at her for a few seconds, before claiming, "Nope, Elizabeth. I understand you're a bit shy, but you can't be. Not with Neymar. You've got to show more skin than that, girl. Come on inside, and we'll find something better for you to wear."

She comes in, muttering, "You really think this won't be good, Sage?"

"No, I don't think it will be. Luckily, I've got just the best idea of what you could wear. Come on." I lead her to my bedroom, even though she already knows where it is, and start digging through all my dresses on the clothes rack. I find a very tight red dress for her to wear, and order her to go try it on in the bathroom. 

She comes back, her arms crossed on her chest, muttering, "This is showy..."

"Ney will like it," I assure. "And if he makes a bad comment on it, which he won't, I'll make sure to make it clear I made you wear it. I'll take the blame. But if I know Neymar at all, you don't have to worry about it. He'll love it. I think your hair looks nice like that, and your makeup is beautiful. I have some lipstick, though, that I think will match perfectly with your dress." I dig through my makeup bag, which is sitting on my bed, and give her the lipstick. Once she does that, I step back, viewing her, then exclaim, "Eliza, you look beautiful. Don't you dare be self-conscious! You're going to make Ney's heart skip a beat!"

"Oh, shut up..." she mutters in a high voice, letting a giggle escape from her mouth. She covers her mouth with her hand, as I give her red high heels to wear. It's nice that we're so close in size. Elizabeth is such a doll. She's so cute.

Then we head out the door, ready for the night ahead.

I sure hope it goes well.