Girls like girls | Elisa de Almeida - fanfic ♡ (english)

twelve | fall in love with a girl ♡

Breakfast was a complete torture. Seeing her there smiling with someone who wasn't her had completely ruined her morning, and now she would probably play tonight's game with immense anger. Though honestly, that was good, since Élisa used the games to let it all out.

"Could you explain to me what's going on?" asked her friend Karchaoui, watching the interaction between those responsible for her companion's morning bad mood.

"That's what's going on," she said angrily while aggressively shoving bites of her breakfast into her mouth. "There's nothing to explain."

"It sounds like there is an explanation, but you were too stubborn to listen to it."

She put her spoon down on the plate, offended, causing that metallic screech as it interacted with the ceramic.

"Are you that quick to take her side?" She pushed the plate aside, indicating she was done. "Let's go train already."

As she stood up, she couldn't help but glance over. There Élisa was, listening attentively to some story the goalkeeper was telling. Celine seemed to sense the gaze because in a matter of seconds, she looked back, but the defender's gaze was swift like her movements in the games, and she looked away so Celine wouldn't notice she had been watching, though she failed.

As soon as the players finished breakfast, they went straight to the field to warm up and start training. Normally, their exercises included dribbling drills where they had to move all over the field and control the ball with speed. They also practiced a series of long and short passes to improve their touch when kicking the ball. All the team members were excited about today's game; it was cold, but that wouldn't stop their desire for victory.

Celine began filming each of the players and cursed every time Élisa crossed her path, as she looked irresistibly good, concentrating with a furrowed brow to achieve all the training goals. Some teammates greeted her for the video, but the defender didn't, which made her nervous. Is she really that angry? I swear I don't understand her, was all she could think.

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The Ullevaal Stadion in Oslo, Norway, was packed with people. There were local team supporters cheering impressively, their chants echoing everywhere. The nerves were greater when you weren't playing at home with your fans, but that wouldn't be a disadvantage because they had trained, and their emotions were under control.

"Remember how we practiced in training!" Coach Hervé started cheering while clapping to motivate them. "I want you focused!"

All the players began shouting words of encouragement to themselves as they left the locker room heading to the field since the game was about to start. Celine didn't have the chance to wish Élisa good luck, but the look they shared before she stepped onto the field was more than enough, as the player still seemed upset, and it was something not even she could understand why.

Come on, we can do it, we're going to win today, she told herself as she positioned herself defensively on the field a few meters from Pauline. In less than two minutes, the game would begin.

"I noticed you were angry during breakfast," she heard behind her. "Is it because of the person who was with me?"

She sighed heavily, as if trying to calm herself.

"She's Hervé's girlfriend," she said, but it seemed to hurt her more to say it out loud. "Don't do anything stupid."

She didn't have to turn around to realize that the goalkeeper had a cynical smile on her face.

"Is that going to stop you?" she asked mockingly. "I thought this would be more difficult."

Her anger was becoming more palpable, her brow furrowed, and her desire to shut Pauline up was immense.