PARIS | Kylian Mbappe

46 | Doubts

I looked at the blonde, her smile suddenly dropping as I tried not to smirk. I wasn't nasty at all, that wasn't me but if a bitch tried me, I had no problem putting them in their place. "That's nice", she smiled squeezing her shoulder. "Kylian can you get me another drink, please?".

You have got to be kidding me. "Can you not get it yourself?", I said trying my best to be polite but this bitch was testing me. I looked at Kylian, looking between us. I swear to god if he gets her a drink I will be kicking the fuck off.

"Uh, I'll be back in a minute", he smiled as he put his hand on the small of my back, leading me to a quieter corner of the venue. "What are you doing?", he said placing his hand on the wall next to me.

I frowned. "What do you mean?".

"Your being kind of rude to Nica", he shrugged. WHAT.

I had to take a minute to comprehend what he just said. "You are joking, right?", I laughed but I soon knew he was serious when his face stayed straight as I took a step back, "I'm not being rude, Kylian".

"She's my friend, Sav", he said. "I want you two to get along".

Oh my god. "I tried to be nice to her but she's acting weird, also I understand she's your friend but why didn't you tell her you have a girlfriend because by the way she's acting I can see her hungry eyes for you and I'm going to be honest, I don't like it".

He chuckled. "She doesn't have 'hungry eyes' for me".

"Yes she does, your a boy so you can't see it but trust me I can", I sighed as he smirked.

"What?", I said getting irritated by whatever he found so alarming.

He continued to smirk. "Your jealous".

Oh Jesus here we go again. "I'm not jealous", I scoffed.

"You are very jealous", he said.

"Shut up, oh and thank you for kissing me hello, really appreciate that", I spat, my word laced with sarcasm. I watched as he stepped forward and grabbed my chin and pecked my lips.

"Hello", he smirked as I tried my best not to smile. Well damn. Pulling away, I looked over his shoulder,
I could of erupted right there when I saw Nica walk up behind Kylian, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Is everything alright?", she said.

"Everything is fine, thank you", I smiled. Ok I was going to try and be nice to this girl, let's start over because if she was Kylian's friend, I did want her to like me, as much as I didnt want to like her. "Sorry if I came off rude before".

She said nothing, looking me up and down. OK? "I accept your apology", she said. Right first of all why is she so obsessed with touching Kylian and secondly , yes I was now annoyed she had decided to not also apologise to me. Ok Sav be the bigger person. Squeezing Kylian's hand a little, I felt his thumb move up and down the back of my hand signalling me to not get worked up over it.

Subtly rolling my eyes, I clocked eyes on Bruna and Neymar sat down together talking to Chelsea. Ah my friends. "Are you coming to sit with them?", I asked Kylian as I pulled his hand towards them but he stayed firm in his place.

"I think I'll stay here, Nica doesn't really know them, you go and have fun", he said as I looked at the smirking blonde. I frowned at Kylian, not saying anything before I released his hand and walked away.

Frowning as I reached the circular table, I sat down next to Chelsea (who obviously had a plate of food in front of her). "What's up with you?", Neymar laughed, a hand placed on Bruna's thigh once he saw my sour face.

"What do you think?", I bit back harshly before I sighed. "Sorry".

"Is it that bitch, Nito? I'll slap the bitch if I have to Sav", Chelsea said, a mouth full of chicken. I laughed lightly.