see you later // Pablo Gavi

Chapter 117

~ Author's Note ~

Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow the muscles in his legs

𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆.

"𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐙𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎?" Pablo asks, and I honestly can't tell if he sounds extremely impressed, or extremely unimpressed. The tone he uses is a quite a strange one.

"Yeah, pretty much. Yeah."

"So, what, did you have like some crazy fan girl moment about it then?" he says, laughing his head off, which, even now, here, after so long, still makes my heart skip a beat. I love it when he gives me that lovely laugh.

"Sort of... I tried to contain it."

"Put him on."

"What?"

"Put him on the phone."

"You know he doesn't know who I am. Or you."

"Huhhh?" my boyfriend asks stupidly.

"He doesn't know that I am dating you." In the corner of my eye, I can see Antoine Griezmann watching me as we walk in slight interest.

"So, what? Who cares if he knows?"

"He could tell someone?!"

"Love, I don't even know the guy, but I can say he won't tell."

"How could you accurately say that?"

"I just can. Intuition or some crap; I don't know. He played with Pedri and Busi and Sergi and Marc and a bunch of other guys."

"So you immediately trust him?!"

"Yeah. Put him on."

"But you don't know him!" I say, exasperated by this.

"I know him enough, Ember. Remember, we both play in La Liga. It's not like I've never exchanged a few words with him before."

"Sure, but you've never had a full-on conversation!"

"And you likely haven't either, yet you're walking down a random hallway next to him! I need proof you're walking with Antoine Griezmann. Put me on speaker, at least, then."

I say, losing the argument, and put him on speaker, saying, "'Kay, you're on speaker."

"Good. Is Griezmann there?" Gavi says, sounding like the most stupid guy on earth, but he sounds proud about his stupidity, which I kind of just have to love.

Griezmann laughs and says, "Yes, this is Antoine Griezmann."

"Okay, hi, it's Pablo Gavi," he says, and Sira starts laughing at this as I shake my head in complete dismay. Why does he randomly trust this dude that he hardly knows to keep such a secret...?!

Griezmann's eyebrows shoot up, and he says, "Oh...?" He glances at me, and just by hearing my half of the phone conversation, he now knows who I am and our situation. Sira is Ferran Torres's girlfriend, and I'm Pablo Gavi's girlfriend.

"And, yeah, the girl who's phone this belongs to is  my beautiful girlfriend."

"Pablo!" I exclaim in embarrassment. Sira is still giggling at us over there. Ugh.