novacane | griezmann

4 // ELLIOTT

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Antoine and I met up twice after that night at the club, once on Saturday night and the next on Sunday night. My sister was right—by the third time, which was last night, I began to genuinely derive pleasure form what Antoine and I were doing. 

Now it was Monday morning, and I was a complete mess as I threw on my outfit and rushed to my psychology class. Only then, as I saw the back of his head, did I remember; Antoine was in this class, too.  He was talking to Robert Lewandowski and someone else that I didn't really recognize before Robert pointed to me, smirked, and looked back at Antoine. 

Immediately, my face flushed. Had Antoine told all of his friends about what we were doing? Were they going to tease me about it, or call me names whenever they saw me? 

I looked back down at my shoes and shook those thoughts out of my head, instead scurrying over to an empty seat that was far away from Antoine. He didn't acknowledge my presence the entire class, and only then did I realize that he definitely didn't plan to. Maybe after class, I thought to myself. I'll go up to him and ask him if he wants me to do the next project we have due. 

Though that didn't turn out so well last time, either. 

Still, I waited until Antoine said goodbye to his friends and began to walk to his next class to approach him, my voice shaky. "Hi, Antoine." 

He didn't look at me, and barely even greeted me, simply nodding and saying my last name. "Elliott." 

"So..do you want me to do the project that Mr. Adams just assigned? I can ask Julian for his, and—" 

"Okay." Antoine responded, mindlessly. "And in return, why don't you come over tonight?" 

"To your house, or your apartment?" 

Antoine looked up at the sky. "Elliott," he spoke. "I enjoy having sex with you, but that's it. I should just make that clear right now." He lowered his head so that his gaze met mine again. "Okay?" 

I pushed my hair back and offered the strongest smile I could muster. "Of course," I muttered, quietly. 

"My apartment." He finally spoke, moving back to the answer for my question. "I don't want anyone to know about you, not yet." 

I was about to ask him what not yet meant, but he changed his mind and spoke again. 

"Well, not ever." He looked at his watch. "Look, I have to go, I don't want to be late for my next class." 

"Okay." I spoke, mindlessly. 

"Bye." He spoke, before sauntering off. I stared at the back of his muscular form, biting my lip and letting out a breath. When I turned around, I was faced with none other than Julian Draxler, who stared at Antoine for a few moments before he looked back down at me. 

"What did that asshole want with you?" 

"Uh," I paused. "Nothing. We were just discussing the project our psychology teacher has assigned us." 

Julian and I fell into step. There was nothing wrong with Julian, except for the fact that he wasn't Antoine. "Do you want to go out tonight?" He asked me, rather randomly. 

I widened my eyes. "Well..." My voice drifted off. I would've said yes—but Antoine! I couldn't pass that opportunity up, and I knew that I would anger him by saying that I could no longer meet him in his apartment. "Sorry, Julian. Not tonight. Maybe Friday? I have a lot of homework." I lied, smoothly. Well, I hoped it was smooth—my face was burning and I was breathing really fast.