Broken Glass || Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 7|| Special

*the next day*
Genevieve's Point of View

It's almost time for me to meet Antoine at the park. I put on black Adidas shorts and one of my old UCLA soccer jerseys from my freshman year. I kept them all. I put my cleats and other essentials in a black duffel bag. I check my phone and see a text from Evelyn.

Evelyn💓: Good luck today.
Me: This better work 😂

I put my phone in the bag then walk down stairs with my bag in my hand. I walk into my kitchen and grab a a bunch of water bottles then put then inside my bag. I walk out the apartment and lock the door. As I get into my car, I feel my phone vibrate with a text.

Antoine😊: I'm brought the ball. Get your ass here.
Me: On my way.

I quickly put my stuff down and start driving. The park isn't far from my house. I usually go there to run. I park then grab my bag and run over to the field. I use the control thing on my keys to lock the car as I'm running/speed walking. I make it to the field and see Antoine sitting on one of the benches. I walk over to him and put my bag on the ground.

"You showed up."

"Just to break your ankles."

"Damn. We'll see about that, preciosa."

I sit on the bench and put my cleats on. I put my regular running shoes in my bag then put it under the bench. I get up and grab the ball from Antoine's hands.

"Let's go." Antoine smiles and gets up.

*2 hours later*

I sit on the bench as Antoine just lays on the ground.

"How are ..... you ..... so fast?" Antoine sits up and tries to catch his breath.

"Practice?" I laugh. I beat Antoine when it came to speed but it was clear that I was rusty in my soccer skills.

"Too much practice. Jeez."

"Oh please. You should see what I can do when I haven't taken like a 6 month break from the sport."

"Oh shit, I have. I watched some of your college games. You have talent. You definitely shinned at UCLA." He points at my jersey.

"Correction, had. Shut up. You're way better than me."

"Correction, still have. You could've went pro. And that's true." He smirks. "But that's only because I've trained more recently."

"The option of going pro was thrown out the window a long time ago."

"Why?"

"Um, that's a story."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"Good, so I won't. Another game?"

"Crap. But sure, wait." Antoine chugs down a whole bottle of water then stands up.

*6 days later*

"Meet me at 6."

"Ok. See you then. Bye."

"Bye." I hang up the phone. I was talking to Antoine. We made plans to go play at the park again. We've been playing futbol matches for the past couple of days.