It Starts with Love

Chapter 9 - Fangirl

A/N: It's so disconcerting to be uploading a chapter on RG18 but it's Wimbledon now... Anyway, so many surprises this year. I mean, what's up with Fed x Uniqlo. At least Sascha's still with adidas and he's looking super cute with the new promo. I love all your comments, guys, keep them coming :)

"This is not funny!" Taliana shrieked. "Who put that video up?"

    "I don't know what you're talking about but this is hilarious." Naomi was barely able to spit out her words in between all the laughing.

    "Stop. Laughing." Taliana started hitting her friend with a pillow from her bed. "Just stop it or I swear to God I wi—"

    "I'm stopping, I'm stopping. Get off me, you're killing me." A few giggles still escaped Naomi but Taliana let her go. "How did you not know somebody was filming you?"

    "I was focused on Sascha. God, I didn't expect a creep to take a video of me while watching the match and post it online. It must have been those girls who asked to take a picture with me. They better not show their faces to me or I will give them a piece of my mind. Stupid, teenage girls."

    "This is golden, Talia. This will never leave the internet." Naomi laughed again as she played the video on her phone for the hundredth time. "It's a miracle Sascha's still standing after all the death glares and the curses you sent his way."

    "Do you think Patricia will be able to take that down? I don't want it staying online any longer."

    "Wow, you really have a very colorful vocabulary." Naomi was still engrossed with the video. "How many languages can you curse in?"

    Finally fed up, Taliana swiped Naomi's phone. "I will give this back when that video's taken down." She pocketed it, ignoring her friend's complaints.

    "Good luck with that. I bet everyone's made copies already."

    "Ugh."

    "Loosen up, Talia. It's just a video. Besides, the comments were pretty positive. People thought it was cute that you got so worked up over a match. It shows your fangirl side."

    "Fangirl? Of Sascha?"

    "Well, yeah. You were so engrossed with watching. You couldn't take your eyes off of him."

    Taliana groaned and fell back into the bed. "Great. Now everyone's going to jump to their own conclusions and by tomorrow we're probably secretly engaged."

    "You'd want that, wouldn't you?"

    "I hate you."

    "Enough with the drama. Let's go down to eat, I'm hungry." She stood up.

    "I'm not going anywhere until Patricia gets someone to take that video down." Taliana buried her face into the pillow.

    "She already told you she's gonna try. There's nothing else you can do."

    "Well, then I'm staying here and I'm packing up my stuff. Then I'm going to go home with my family and take a few days off before grass season."

    "You're leaving?" Naomi whipped around to face her.

    "Yeah, I've got nothing to do here anymore."

    "I thought you were staying for a while longer."

    "Oh. Okay. I'll go ahead downstairs. Let me know when you land in the Philippines." And with that, Naomi left the room.

    Taliana let out another exasperated groan. She kept disappointing people everywhere she turned. She really wanted to support Naomi but she really didn't want to stay in Paris any longer than she had to. Besides, she already told her parents she was leaving with them.