Ela
"Thank you so much, what would I have done without you?" Parla shoots me a smile as she finishes her business in our bathroom before we leave the hotel and make our way to the stadium.
"Don't mention it." We walk towards the lobby with the rest of the girls who were waiting for us.
"How'd he like his gift?" I turn to the voice with a questioning gaze. "Pardon?"
Parla giggles, "the gift for Kenan." I raise my eyebrows as it suddenly clicks into place, "he loved it."
"I bet," she says and we get seated in the car that takes us to our destination. We pull up to the stadium and the cold air hits us once again as we make our ways to our seats. Thankfully I had packed according to the weather.
I sit in my thick light pink sweater that's concealed by my thick puffer jacket and my warm uggs. Suddenly a shoulder bumps mine and I turn to the culprit, "What is it, Duru?" I roll my eyes jokingly.
"We're gonna have to be really loud, this isn't Germany."
"I didn't really expect it to be this empty on our side but that's fine, we'll cover the missing-" I stop to look around the empty seats and make an estimation, "200 people." I turn back around and she hits me in the head as I giggle and grab her hands to stop abusing me.
"Ha-ha, you're so funny."
"What are you girls fighting about?" We turn towards the voice, facing Parla. Duru and I shrug, "nothing important."
She nods and turns back to Gözde. Rana, who sits next to Duru, butts in with a whisper, "she's so weird."
Duru's brows furrow, "weird how?". Rana sighs in exasperation, "her vibes, energy and just everything. She's lucky she's Gözde's friend or I wouldn't pay her any attention whatsoever."
I ask her if she's sure and she nods, "just be careful guys. Especially you Ela."
This time my brows furrow, "why?"
Rana contemplates for a second before opening her mouth, "she seems heavily focused on you and Kenan."
I want to respond but before I can open my mouth our national anthem starts playing and we turn towards the field and sing along.
Rana's warning doesn't leave me for the rest of the day. I treated Parla as before since she hasn't done anything wrong. She's been nothing but friendly but I'll be wary. I trust Rana and her judgement.
We return to the hotel as winners of the match and after that nerve wracking conversation it transformed my attitude. We were all happy and excited. This calls for a celebration!
We dined as always, the boys being exhausted didn't want to party heavily.
"I think it did bring me luck, you know." I turn to Kenan as he grabs my hand. I smile, "A little bit of luck and a lot of talent and ambition did the job. I'm so proud of you, my love." I grab the side of his face and plant a kiss on his lips.
He closes his eyes as soon as our lips meet. Warmth spreads through my body as he gently cups my waist but our kiss is cut short when I feel water splashing me. I pull back with a gasp and open my eyes. Looking down at my lap I try to dab off the water with a cloth on the table, while Kenan tries to help me, I don't miss the way he glares at the person next to me as they apologize profusely, "I'm so sorry, Ela. Gosh, I'm so clumsy!"
I try to smile as I get up from my chair, "it's alright, accidents happen."
"Come on, babe. Let's get you changed." Kenan takes my hand but I shake my head with a soft smile. "You stay here, I'll be right back." He tries to butt in but I softly push him back into his seat, "sit."
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Love On The Sidelines - Kenan Yildiz
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