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Kenan POV:
Did she just call me an asshole?
I was planning on not coming and I wasn't going to, even I had the perfect excuse. But I had no choice when Dušan showed up at the door of my house and forced me out.
Unlike the other day, this time he came accompanied by his girlfriend, as well as many of my teammates, so I was quite bored.
When I had been a while, I couldn't help but notice that the waiters were wearing our shirts.
Bored I started looking for if anyone was wearing my dorsal and within seconds I saw it clearly. The number 10.
To my surprise and entertainment the person wearing it was the girl the other day, so don't hesitate to go and bother her for a second.
But all I ended up getting was for her to call me an asshole, and that didnt got funny to me.
– And that face? – Dušan asks when he arrives with his partner.
– I don't have a face. – answer annoyed.
– Doesn't that have something to do with the girl wearing your shirt? – now asks Vanja without avoiding laughing.
– Of course not. – I say defensive and they both laugh.
– What have you done now? – He's upset.
– Why do you assume it was me and not her? – I ask innocently.
– Because I know you.
– The girl is very pretty. – comments now Vanja. – Do you like her?
– Of course not. – answer offended. – Now if you'll excuse me, I have something to do.
I'd get revenge tonight for calling me an asshole, did she really think she could just walk away?
Once they have finished giving speeches and a few prizes, people are again distributed around the room and the waiters go out with their trays.
And that's when I see her again. Smiling and carefree, as if a few moments ago she hadn't mocked me.
I might have started it myself, but what does it matter? I knew what I was going to do and I was waiting for the perfect time to get close.
