deep blue eyes // Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 47 - Screaming

~ Author's Note ~

Bro has got like Idk Llorente hair there or something lolll

The rest of the week is pretty good. I think. It kind of goes basically pretty much the same as the first day, but I don't mind.

It's the last day that things get awful.

We're all packing up and it's all fine and good. The whole week Antoine has been such a charmer, touching me all over like he thinks he can.

I guess he probably can, too...?

Well, he's good at making me fall right into his arms, and I love and hate that at the same time. Because it's like I'm letting him own me, and I can't shake the remembrance of hearing his talking with Phil Foden.

Well, the reason why a good week goes awful on the last day is precisely because of Phil Foden and my boyfriend talking to each other once again, but this time, they get a little out of hand, so soon there is no hiding anything from anyone else.

They thought I was outside, going for a walk with the other guys, cleaning up the area before we leave. But I came back to grab my bucket hat to shield my neck from the sun's ultraviolet rays.

And I freeze when I enter the building, hearing Antoine yelling in the other room, "You just say that because you want to date her!" I know that they're talking about me. I know.

"No I'm not, Griezmann! Sure, you know I want to date her, but we already know she's yours! She is your girlfriend, and she chose that! But maybe it was stupid of her to choose you! Because with the way you're treating her-"

"Shut the hell up!" Antoine screams back.

I clamp a hand over my mouth, flopping against the wall.

Is this eavesdropping again, because they are literally yelling at each other.

"I won't, man. You know what you're doing! You know you're using you! You just want to have sex with her! That's what you wa-"

"No I don't! I love her! You wouldn't know anything!"

"Yes I do! I've seen you two all week! When do you just hold her hand? When do you listen to her talk? When do you just put your arm around her and enjoy her as a person? All week you've been laying with her and touching her all over her body without asking! You've been using her for your own pleasure! Soon you're going to be forcing her to have se-"

"You don't know anything!" Antoine screams, interrupting him once again.

"I care about her, Antoine, unlike you! I'm not saying you need to give her up so I can date her! She chooses to stay with you! It's her choice! Obviously! What I'm saying is that I care for her, so maybe you should, too, since you're actually in the position to! I told you this when you two got together! I want you to be happy! Both of you! I want her to be happy, and she is happiest with you, but you're being awful to her!"

"If you asked her, I can bet all my money she wouldn't say that," Antoine says quieter, but still with just as much anger behind it.

"Yeah, and it's because no girlfriend would admit that."

"Why?!" he snaps. "Are you saying she wouldn't be honest? You accusing her now?!"

"No, Antoine!" Phil Foden snaps back, louder. Foden never calls Antoine by his first name. Always Griezmann, or some nickname of his last name. But here, he's saying 'Antoine', 'Antoine', 'Antoine'. "You don't understand girls! They're not going to tell you their emotions! Don't ask me why, but that's how girls are. You ask them how they're doing, and they could be like in some deep place of depression and still smile at you and say, 'I'm fine, Antoine, thanks!'!"

"How would you know?!"

"Everyone knows that! Except you, apparently, because you don't care about girls! You don't care about her! You care about her beauty, and her body, and nothing more! Why don't you shape up and become a better boyfriend?! For her?!"

Suddenly, I freeze, because the next thing Antoine says is... traced with tears. Regardless, he screams it. "Can't you just leave me alone?! Leave us alone! This isn't your business one bit!"

Then, all at the same time, the door opens behind me at the same time as I hear a thump from the other room, where Phil Foden and Antoine are. I freeze, glancing behind me to see who is there.

"What's going on?" Neymar asks softly, looking around confused.

I shake my head, my hand over my mouth still, and only now do I realise that I'm sobbing. Sympathy paints itself all over Neymar's face, along with the extreme confusion.

In the other room, Foden yells, "You're a monster, Antoine! A monster!"

Now there is alarm on Neymar's face, and he starts heading in that direction. "Ney," I sniff. "Don't go in there..."

"Sounds like a fight that isn't going to break itself up," he comments simply, and stalks into the other room against my quiet protests.

I swallow, nervousness flooding throughout my whole body, making me shake, and sink down the wall and onto the floor, all curled up.

My whole body becomes even more tense as I hear Neymar say, "Whoa, Foden, hold up, man."

"Uh, Neymar?!" says both Antoine's and Phil's voices at the same time in complete surprise and maybe guilt.

"Were you about to hit him?" Neymar asks.

I swallow.

Foden says guiltily, "Yeah... But look at this!"

"So Griezmann hit you first, is what you're saying?"

"You would've punched him too, Neymar, if you'd have heard what he was yelling at me!"

"You were yelling at me!"

"Alright, sure, but only because you were yelling at me!"

"You guys, what the hell happened?" Neymar inquires.

"None of your business," Foden replies quickly.

"You didn't hear anything, right?" Antoine asks quickly as well. They both sound nervous and embarrassed. "No one heard, right...?"

"I didn't hear anything. I have no idea what is going on."

"You didn't...?" Antoine asks, his voice tight. "Did anyone else hear...?"

"Well, yeah, I believe so, Antoine Griezmann, since your girlfriend is in the other room, crying."