AM I YOURS? - KYLIAN MBAPPÉ

002

IT WAS CURRENTLY 7:08am in Paris.

I finished cleaning up from breakfast, and was ready for practice. With an alo shorts and tank on, with a high pony-plait.

A ding came from my phone, saying that my uber was here as i rushed down to jump in.

My apartment was in the local spots in Paris, most paparazzis are there so i ran into some while hopping in.

I wanted to tease the media for a bit, so I decided to post a photo on my story of my tennis back and racket outside of it.

Putting my location on it.

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Arriving at the court, i started warming up myself. By hitting the tennis ball against the wall then back to me. I was rusty to myself.

For i few minutes, i switched to backhand hits then switching back and forth.

I was in my head, Paris has always been special to me. French Tennis Opening, Grand Slams being held in Paris, and my first love.

I wonder if he ever thinks of me. Thinks of our memories, our conversations, our laugher by shared humour, our connection, our love..

"Still hitting the ball i see." My old coach, Margarete places down her equipment.

I catch the ball that flew off the wall. "I couldn't resist!"

Margarete laughs, "Hard to stay alway from something you love." She pulls the zipper down
for her bag.

"That's for sure," i grin, "How've you been Mar?" I start to stretch.

Mar shrugs "Nothing exciting, i've been bored for awhile. What 'bout you?" She hits the ball against the floor.

"Modeling and some parties time to time." I let go of my arm and bend down to touch my toes.

We chat more as we stretch before warm-ups.

"Hey...uh Irina. I wanted to ask you something." Margarete hesitantly asks. I smirk and furrow my brows, "You're scaring me..."

She scoffs, "How have you been holding up since.. Kylian?"

My tounge kisses my teeth, "Oh yeah, man he cheated on me! It was he choice. I mean of course i loved him but he messed up." I say reasonably.

"That's right, alright let's get to it."

Starting with a normal hitting back and forth match. We started to get more challenging.

"You still got your flow i see." Margaret says, "I've been thinking to get back on the court."

Margaret whips her head around, "WHAT?!" I burst out laughing. "You playing with me." Margarete puts her hands on her hips.

"No i'm not im serious! I wanna play again. After my injury i'm fully recovered i've been for 8 months." Margaret squeals.

"You still want me to be your couch right." She points her racket at me.

I scrunch my nose "ehhhh..."

"Oh cmon!" Margaret throws her hands up. " Im kidding!"

—FEW HOURS LATER—

After the practice, i hugged margarete goodbye and i took a walk back to the apartment undercover to his from paparazzis.

When i'm in my apartment, i slouch down on my couch and scroll on my phone.

Liking posts per-usual. But then Katalina calls me. I pick up.