History Sinners - Kenan Yildiz edition

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Kenan's pov

Several days have passed since our last game against Roma. And of course, the result turned really good.

Everyone was writing about my excellent performance, the two goals I scored and that I had to transfer to Juventus Next Gen's team immediately. But it wasn't only me who contributed to our team's victory; it was every single one player and especially our goalkeeper. Thanks to them we returned to Turin with 3 points.

However, now on Sunday, we are playing against Milan and our coach said that today we would train with the girls, who were having a match too, against Inter. And I'm going crazy because I will see Athena too.

Last Sunday, in the club, she bumped into me again. I mean, this time I didn't even see this was coming; but she was so beautiful and I could stare at her for hours. I really don't hate her that much but still. She patently shows her aversion towards me.

"Bro!" I heard Can shouting from the kitchen.

Can is my childhood Turkish friend. He came to visit me for some days, here in Turin.

"What?"

"Do you have anything to eat? I am starving."

"Check out in the fridge; there might be some kebap left from yesterday."

I head now downstairs.

"There's nothing."

"Okay, let's go eat something outside then. But I have training in the afternoon with my team and the girls." We go outside and I lock the door.

"With the girls? What do you mean?"

"Coach said it would be a really good idea to train with the girls. And we'll do as he wishes unfortunately."

"Hm I see. But there might be some nice girls right? It's time to show them your talent; not only in football though.." He gives me a smirk.

"Oh shut up." I laugh.

"So is there a girl..?"

"Ehh.."

"So there is one!" He said enthusiastically. Oh god help me.

"She is Greek though."

"Greek? Oh ahah. That's it dude. You go right into her and make her fall in love with you."

"She is the enemy bro."

"Oh shit you tell me. Are you serious? Forget a little bit about the history between Turkey and Greece. It's been 200 years. C'mon. Don't lose this golden chance of knowing this girl better."

"I don't know..But she is really beautiful. Like I lose myself in her eyes. She hates me though. And I hate her too, deep down inside."

"No you don't hate her; you like her. And the fact that she is Greek turns you on..But you don't want to admit it of course. What do you have to lose anyways?"

"I don't know. Maybe I do like her but I'm scared. I need to focus on football. Especially now that I'm going to be promoted to the Juventus Next Gen's team."

"Please think about your personal life too Kenan. You deserve happiness." He pats my shoulder and we both go inside the famous Turkish restaurant of Turin.

And while we are eating our kebaps, I still think about Athena. And once I realise that I indeed like her, I try to find a way to approach her and make her mine.

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I leave Can at my home, take my stuff and go to the training centre. There I meet everyone; the girls, the boys and the two coaches.

Let's see how this will end.

"Welcome to everyone again. As you may have already be informed, both teams will do training together and probably at small groups of 2-3 people. This is because we want to stabilise your stamina, discover and observe the techniques of your teammates." Says our coach.

"I would say actually that this is a training for the reinforcement of both teams."

"Let's get started!"

We started the warmup procedure and then we did some juggling in two circles. We also did some other exercises and shoots. Probably an hour had already passed and then our coach spoke.

"Guys! Take a pause. Now we are going to split you in some groups as we announced you before. You will do some passes, juggling and so much more for at least 30 minutes."

Both coaches started saying couple of names and then I heard mine.

"Yıldız number 19 with Kallimanopoulou number 19 as well." My coach said and handed me the program.

And I understood immediately by the surname that I am with Athena.

She started walking towards my side and I, of course, remained expressionless. That's how we are. The Greek and the Turkish.

"Let's start with the juggling exercises." I told her.

"Okay."

We didn't talk at the beginning.
And some minutes later the ball hits me.

"Hey! Why did you hit me?"

"I am bored that's why."

"Okay and?" This girl is gonna kill me in the end, I swear.

"You don't even talk! What are you? A machine maybe? A robot?" She says with sarcasm in her voice.

I laugh.

"Oh maybe you aren't in the end. At least you laughed."

I stopped laughing.

"Oh. You went back to being a machine. Great. Another 20 minutes of boredom."

"Admit it that deep down you like this boredom and you enjoy being with me." I tell her with a smirk.

"Hm you wish." She gives me one of her rare smiles.

What a pretty smile. She is shining when she does that. Like even the whole world shines so bright that I will be blinded in the end.
She is stunning.
She is so beautiful.

"You are staring."

"I know."

She just looks at me and then she continues juggling with the ball. She turns around before I can see her blushing.

Oh. I just might have taken a big step.
Maybe in the end it will not be so bad to start learning her. Maybe in the end it doesn't matter that we come from countries with a host of differences. Maybe in the end we don't hate each other.
Maybe we are here to fix each other.