Drunk Love| Kylian Mbappé

12 | Clueless

"The fuck you doing here?" Kylian said furrowing his eyebrows.

I look at him confused, how does he know him? I glance over at Miguel who has a smug smile.

"Kylian you still mad about what happen?" Miguel says.

"Nobody was fucking mad, what you did was weird as hell." Kylian says angrily.

"It was just a joke, you know?" Miguel scoffs, "Now will you excuse us, you kind of interrupted me and Natalia's conversation." Miguel grabs me by the arm and pulls me towards him.

"Natalia has to wake up early in the morning, I'm taking her home." Kylian grabs my other arm and pulls me out of Miguel's grip.

Miguel stares at us, "Fair enough, goodnight Natalia, hope we can catch up later with no interruptions." Miguel waves and disappears into the crowd.

Kylian watches as Miguel leaves, what the hell just happened?

"Kylian?" I say.

"Let's go." Kylian walks towards the boys still holding my arm.

His grip is very firm, I try to let go but there's no use.

"Kylian?" He ignores me.

"Kylian??" I get angry and raise my voice.

"What?!" He turns around and yells in my face.

"I was just gonna say you're hurting me..." I softly say.

His eyes glazed and his face softened to a concentrated luxuriousness. "Oh I'm sorry." He let's go of his grip.

"It's fine i guess..." I tilt my head down. "Can you take me home?"

"Now? It's only 10:54?" He says.

"Take me home or I'll walk home."

"What's up with you?" Kylian says.

"I just want to go home." I sped up my walk

"But why?"

"Geez Kylian, I just want to go fucking home! Take me or I'm walking!" I finally snapped.

I feel eyes all on me, I did yell very loud. I stand still and try to not breakdown. I quickly walk out of the room and go outside.

"Yo?" I see Neymar sitting down on a bench with a glass of wine in his hand.

"Why are you outside?" I said walking towards him.

"This is my house?" He shrugs.

"Ok I know that, but why are you all alone here?" I stand in front of him.

"I have no clue, sit down." He scoots over and motions me to sit down.

"What's up with you?" he says.

"Kylian won't take me home, he kept asking why I wanted to go home and I just yelled at him." I circle my thigh with my finger.

"I'll take you home if that's okay?" Neymar says with a grin.

"Please do, I just want to go home I'm tired." I let out a big sigh.

"Okay but first, did anything happen before you yelled at him?"

"Well, I met up with an old friend and they went off at each other, I walked away cause I was mad that Kylian yelled at him. I then walked away and he grabbed my arm which kind of triggered me."

"Why did that trigger you?" Neymar poured himself another full glass of red wine.

"My ex, he was abusive. It made me feel uncomfortable." My phone vibrates in my bag.