novacane | griezmann

14 // ELLIOTT

A/N - yay for double updates! I enjoy writing this story. But it hurts for me to make Antoine such an ass lol

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"these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much
that time cannot erase
but you still have all of me."

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Antoine and I hadn't spoken a word to one another ever since we arrived in Marseille, much to my pleasure as well as my dismay. He would look at me here and there, during our taxi ride, perhaps to see if I was okay or something—because his words had hurt me more than any physical blow I'd ever handled.

Of course I didn't expect him to apologize, for a multitude of reasons—his ego was too huge, he was childish, and he didn't truly think he had done anything wrong in the first place—but still, I just couldn't believe he hated me because I loved him.

Did I even truly love him? Was this just a childhood crush gone too far? I'd once heard that if you still liked someone after five months, then you loved them. I'd liked Antoine for around five years.

The thing about Antoine, however, is that he used to be kind. He would compliment random people in the hallways, or help them out when they seemed to be struggling. And he was honest, but it was the kind of veracity that one valued and admired. If his opinion was rude, he just wouldn't say it. Then one summer he went to stay with his cousin in Paris, lost his virginity to a random woman—the rumor was that she was a hooker, a stripper, something of that sort—and Antoine came back a completely different person. He'd changed.

"Is it true you lost your virginity to a stripper?" I finally blurted, though completely on accident.

Antoine set his suitcase down and turned to face me. I had already made the wrong move in asking, for he was already angry about the fact that his sister had cheekily reserved us a one bed room in the fancy resort we were staying in.

He scoffed. "Who told you that?"

"It was a...just a stupid rumor, from high school. Never mind." I quickly spoke, scratching my head.

Antoine's frown deepened. "Well no, it's not true. I happened to lose my virginity to a married woman. In any event, it doesn't matter. Virginity isn't the same concept for guys as it is girls."

"You don't have to tell me twice," I muttered. Antoine spoke his words with pride—which disgusted me. "In that case, how many virginities have you taken away?"

"Only twelve."

I looked away from Antoine. "No offense, but that's disgusting. You could have a million STD's by now."

Antoine sneered. "I'm not an idiot, Elliott. I have safe sex and I go to the doctor. In fact, the only girl I've ever had raw sex with is you." He responded, with a tone that made it seem like I should know this, or something. "Since you want to ask me so many questions, I get to ask you one."

"Well, I'm an open book." I responded, looking down at my phone.

Antoine sat next to me. "Where's your father?"