Broken Glass || Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 8|| Tipsy

*2 days later*
Genevieve's Point of View

"Puta madre!" Antoine yells. I walk down the stairs and into my living room.

"Watch your mouth." I laugh.

"Sorry, love." Antoine focuses back to his game of Fifa. He curses in Spanish and it's pretty funny how watching how mad he can get at the game.

I walk go the kitchen and grab my phone that was on the counter. I check it and see a text from Koke.

Koke 😛: You got any plans Saturday?
Me: Nope. Why
Koke 😛: It's game day. I got tickets for you and Bailey.
Me: I don't know...
Koke 😛: Come support your bestfriend, pleaseeee.
Me: Fine, I'll be there.

I walk into the living room and sit next to Antoine. He just won the Fifa match. "Guess who's going to your game Saturday?" I put my phone down and point at myself.

"What?"

I open my phone to the conversation between me and Koke and then hand it to Antoine. "Koke invited me."

Antoine reads the messages then looks at me. "Shit. More pressure."

"No pressure at all. I'll just be there, cheering y'all on."

"Pressure. I have to do good now."

"You always do good."

"True." Antoine smirks as I take my phone from his hands. "But when are we gonna start telling people about this?"

"About what?"

"This." Antoine kisses me. I kiss back and smile.

"I don't know."

"Saturday? First game of the season and I'll get to announce the news."

"Fine. But y'all better win."

"Of course, babe."

*a couple days later, Saturday*

I walk to my closet and take out the Griezmann jersey that Antoine bought for me. I get a pair of jeans and a pair of v strap sandals. I get dressed then walk to a mirror to do my makeup. I keep it simple since I'm only going to the game. I curl my hair into loose curls. I check my phone and see a text from Antoine.

Antoine ❤️: I'll be looking for you in the stands.
Me: Good luck 😘

After I reply to Antoine then I get a message from Bailey.

Bailey: I'm here.
Me: Ok. I'm on my way out.

Bailey and me are riding together to the match. Yeah, kill me now.

I grab my purse with my phone already in my hand and run down my stairs. I walk out my apartment and lock the door before walking to Bailey's car. I get in.

"Hey, girly. Ready?" She says.

"Yup."

The car ride is not long, but long. The stadium is on the other side of the city from where me and some of Atletico's players live. We get to the stadium and Bailey parks in a reserved parking space. Probably something Koke was able to get for her. She turns off the car and we both get out. We start walking to the entrance where the scan the tickets.

"Oh, here." She hands me my ticket.

"Thank you." We get in line.