Creepin | Kylian Mbappé

Chapter forty-one

(Y/n)'s POV

"Fuck, I thought the movie would be over by now."

Kylian sat down beside me.

Well, well, look who finally came back. And he still had the audacity to snatch the pizza box I'd been holding the whole time. "It's almost over," I tell him. Right now, Peter is bringing boxes of his stuff into his apartment. So, Kylian missed the part where Peter makes everyone forget about him, and I'm honestly a bit bummed because I wanted to experience that sad scene with him. Oh well.

"Why didn't you have any of the pizza?" He was more concerned about me not eating than the fact that the movie was almost over.

"Wasn't hungry," I said with a shrug.

It's not like I could admit he was the reason I didn't eat the pizza, thanks to him being so damn secretive, and Brice not spilling a thing.

"Here," He held a large slice of pepperoni pizza in front of me.

I leaned back into my seat, moving away from both the pizza slice and him. I nearly smiled when I heard him let out a sigh, showing that he had given up on me. And poor him, because the movie has officially ended. The credits rolled on the screen as the lights came up all around. "That was the longest two hours of my life," Ale muttered and rose from her seat, heading to the end of the row where the stairs were. I quickly followed her. "So I've been thinking..."

"Uh huh?" I urged her to go on with what she was about to say.

She grabbed my arm and led me through the door, stopping just around the corner. "It's simple. You should make him jealous. You know? Make him feel what you felt," She glanced past me, making sure Kylian and Brice weren't nearby.

"I don't know," I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to go through that. It sounds toxic.

"Yeah, yeah. It's not right to make someone feel jealous. Blah, blah. But it's more about him trusting you. He says he trusts you, right?" Ale asked, and I nodded, so she leaned in closer. "Do you really believe that?"

I shake my head, "No."

"Exactly. So, we do the same thing back to him. I'll spam you with messages, and make sure your volume is all the way up so he can hear. Then, if he happens to ask who's texting you, all you have to do is act like it's nothing."

I hated to admit it, but that sounded like so much fun.

Just as I was about to respond, we heard footsteps approaching from behind. Ale quickly turned, keeping her back toward Brice and Kylian. "If anything, that's the way to build trust between you two." Walking side by side toward the exist doors, she whispered softly.

"Alright, when should we do it?" I was no longer hesitant.

Outside the exist doors, my eyes fell on Pierre, waiting for us. This time, he brought the Mercedes Benz V-Class, which means more space for us. "The moment we get in the car. I'll sit in the front with Brice and you two can sit in the back." Ale went over everything.