🎶 You're Losing Me (From The Vault) — Taylor Swift 🎶
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Today was our traditional friendly against the youth team and as usual, my whole family was attending ahead of the reception tonight at Uncle John's house. He was really annoyed at having to invite Kenan and his plus one too, and I could only roll my eyes at how dramatic he was being.
"How could you miss that?" I shouted across my living room after we returned from a humbling loss after penalties that saw us out of the Champions League in the semi-finals. Kenan had missed the last penalty. "OF COURSE YOU WOULD FIND A WAY TO MAKE THIS MY FAULT!" he shouted back angrily. "You're slacking! We sold Chiesa for you!" I shouted again. "Stop taking out everything on me! You're just upset that Uncle John makes you wait two more years!" he argued back angrily. "That was a mutual decision!" I exclaimed, he knew that, he had been there!
"I wouldn't have dared to show my face here again. Let alone with a new girl" my godmother scoffed as she watched Kenan warm up. "You all have to let it go" I whined. "Have you let it go?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "Kinda" I replied and shrugged, at which she just scoffed.
"Of course I was there! I'm always there when it comes to your family - as expected of me!" he exclaimed dramatically. "Oh poor you! Having to go to Formula 1 races or glamorous receptions!" I replied, not feeling sorry for him at all. He just shook his head angrily. Our emotions were running high from the loss and from feelings that had been swimming under the surface for months now. Our schedules had both been too busy and we never had a chance to talk it out - now we both exploded.
The game ended with an 8-0 win for the men's team, unsurprisingly. After doing some superficial small-talk, it was time to head to Uncle John's for the annual start-of-the-season reception. Those few days off in Portofino had really paid off, I was feeling way more relaxed and sure of myself than back at the signing. Tonight, I was even going to make an effort to get to know this Dilara girl and being friendly with her. She didn't deserve to feel uncomfortable in the midst of all this drama.
"Shall we talk about your family maybe? How they loathe me because I'm not worthy of you? Imagine! Me not worthy of you!" I chuckled sarcastically. "Listen to yourself! They're right! We'll never see eye to eye, you'll always look down on me!" he now accused me and my eyes widened. "Who the fuck cut off your balls recently? Is that why you haven't been sleeping with me for weeks?" I shouted. "I've been fucking stressed because I wanted to deliver for you! I wanted you to be able to put Uncle John under pressure for the Presidency!" he shouted back.
