Kenan Yildiz - Ex

Chp. 1

I was starting to get bored with nothing exciting happening on the field. Not even Kenan seemed focused on the game. I suddenly hear the fans yelling and screaming and immediately I look up. I see Kenan rolling around on the grass in pain. I look down at him concerned but not being able to do anything but watch. It's not like he would appreciate my concern anyways. He made that face he always made when he was in pain: mouth open, face scrunched, brows furrowed.

I always found it hot and sexy but never gave him the satisfaction of me thinking that, even tho every other girl screamed it in his face. He knew very well he was good looking. And it irritated me to bits.

He slowly got up from the ground as his pain eased down. The whistle went off and the game resumed. The ball went out not long after and Kenan went to shoot it back in.

I look at him intensely from the stands as he holds the ball above his head in his hands. He looks up, our eyes locking. And for a split second the only thing I could hear was my heartbeat. The only thing I could see, was him.

I was aware what we had, what we once had wasn't all that lovely and cute but I still believed we had something special. Something worth fighting for.

He shakes his head slightly and looks to the side as he sniffs, flashing me his side profile. He shoots me another glare, an annoyed one. Annoyed that I came to his game? Probably. He forcefully throws the ball back onto the field, resuming the game.

I knew what I did. He knew what I did. But he had no right to act that way. No right to be angry, no right to be upset, no right to break up with me. But like always, he didn't care of what I thought.

One thing we both knew was, he was good looking. I just knew girls were drooling over him thinking they had a chance with him. Everything about him made me angry. The way he looked at me like he wasn't yelling at me, calling me stupid and worthless the week before.

The game was entering its last five minutes coming into overtime. The score was 1-1. If they scored one goal, just one goal right now they would be guarantied for the semi finals. All the fans were yelling and cheering waiting for the game to end and penalty's to start.

But there was no need: for a penalty shootout. He scored. That jerk scored. My ex. He slid across the grass on his knees towards my direction in the stands. His teammates jumping on top of him in happiness. He was showing off, liking the attention he got from everyone. Liked the way people cheered him on.

I stare down at him in annoyance. Why was I even here, it's not like we're still dating. Right as I was about to turn my head away from him he looks at me, smiling. He blows me a kiss and winks before running back onto the field.

I catch myself smiling but immediately stop myself. What was I doing? I needed to leave, now. Before people around me start questioning me.

He makes his way back onto the middle of the field and looks up, head slightly tilted back in a proud stance, his hands in fists by his shoulders. Even tho he wasn't directly looking at me I knew he directed it at me.

The public didn't know we dated and it should stay that way. He was a professional footballer and I was a nobody. Yeah I had a small following of 700 people on instagram but besides that I was unknown. I started making my way out of the stadium in a hurry.

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I arrived home, contemplating whether I should text him 'congratulations' or not. He was the one to lead his team to the semi finals after all. A little 'congratulations' wouldn't be weird. Right? After all I was his girlfriend. Ex girlfriend, I remind myself. I shut my phone throwing it onto the couch in frustration.

I take a sip of my water. I look over at the counter. His cup was still there. The cup I had specifically gotten for him. The cup he always used whenever he was over.

Now the only thing it was doing was reminding me of him. Reminding me how much I actually missed him and his company. His voice, his smile, his scent, his touch. Everything about him, I missed.

I promised myself about a week ago, when he broke up with me that I wouldn't cry about it. And I haven't but today seemed like the perfect day to do so. With everything reminding me of him.

Even my phone was blowing up with messages from my friends asking me about what 'that' was. I wish I knew the answer to it but I didn't. I had no idea why he blew me that kiss and it's been itching my brain ever since it happened earlier today. And I had a feeling I'd never find out why he did it either.

I lay in my bed scrolling through my phone trying to keep my mind off of him. But the only thing popping up on my feed is him.

Kenan. Fucking. Yildiz.

"Fuuuck!" I groan in frustration and something else I don't quite know. Perhaps longing, but I would never admit to that. It was getting late with the clock hitting 11pm (23:00).

I pull him up on my message, who was still named 'Kenan❤️🥰'. I let my thumbs run over the letters not knowing what to write. I hit the phone against my forehead and stare into the air trying to find something, anything to write. I look down to my phone blankly, once again.

Suddenly a message pops up on my screen. I catch myself giggling like a middle schooler but immediately stop when I read his message.

"Why did you come to the game today?"

I stare at my screen shocked and frozen. What do I write? What do I say? Before i can think even further another message poops up.

"Don't leave me on read. Answer me"

And another message.

"Why did you come to the game today?"

Fuck. I throw my phone to the other side of my bed. I'm fucked. I can't actually tell him why I was there. *bip* I pick up my phone once again. Another message from Kenan.

"Why were you at my game today?"

I quickly write a half true answer.

"I don't know."

"Don't lie. Why were you there?"

"I just didn't wanna waste my ticket, okay?"

I write back, it was kinda of true but not the only reason. I wanted to see him again even if that meet from a far. But I would never tell him that.

How pathetic, it's only been a week and I already missed him.

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Published: ?/7-2024