translated ♛ || a. griezmann

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I shuffle my feet slowly, making my way towards him.

This is awkward.

Once I reach him, I smile an awkward smile, and he nods. The entire time, his eyes are glued to me, and I feel like I've been trapped in a room with nowhere to get out.

"H-Hey," I stutter out in English, cringing at the awkwardness.

I watch as he raises an eyebrow.

"I thought you said that your first language was French?" he asks in my native language.

"It is," I respond in French.

"Well then, let's get going." He said, reaching down to take my hand.

I quickly retract my arm back once I notice his hand creeping down to hold mine. Once I realize that was probably rude, he's already turning a shade of red.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't-"

"No, it's fine." I say abruptly, slightly embarrassed.

Antoine motions for me to follow him, and he leads me deeper into the stadium. It's almost as if he treats me like we've never met before; like the encounter I had with him and Raphael just means nothing.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"You'll see."

I walk briskly behind him, trying not to bump into other people. I can't help but notice that his hair is damp and he's wearing a football jersey. It says "Griezmann" on the back, with a number 7 on it.
Does he play for the school team? I feel like I should ask to get to know him better, but again I am high-key terrified of him right now. He's just a tiny bit taller than me, but with the serious expression he's wearing, I know he's not somebody to mess with.

We go further down the corridor until he stops at a door. There's a passcode lock on it, and I watch as he punches in a few numbers. The door unlocks with a small 'click', and he leads me in.

"Um, are you sure I'm allowed to be he-"

"Yes." he interrupts nonchalantly, instantly shutting me up.

I don't know if this is the right decision. Half of me wants to just cancel everything about this stupid translator/language buddy system because I know that with the kind of patience he has I'm going to die within the first few lessons. The other half of me is telling me to stay because my Spanish is so poor that I'll be needing it.

I look around, and it seems like we're walking down another hallway. This one is more cramped and has less people but more football players, which in turn makes me more nervous.

I hear people exchange hellos with Antoine, while he merely nods at them.

Seriously, what's with his attitude?

Antoine walks insanely fast, and he's already waiting for me at the door.

"Hurry along, we haven't got all day."

I try to walk faster, but I don't seem to notice another player looking at me with a devilish grin.

It's too late already, and when I feel a hand touch my thigh, I freak out instantly.

"What the fuck are yo-" I shriek out in French, but I jump back when he reaches forward, attempting to grab me by my hips.

It's literally my first week in Spain and this is already happening.

I shriek out, frantically trying to get him off of me, but he just comes closer and closer. He mutters something in Spanish before his other hand attempts to grab at my chest.

"Get off me you freak!" I scream. He pushes his weight onto me and we fall to the ground. I'm ready to throw punches, but that's when I feel his weight being lifted off me. I look up in confusion, my whole body still shaking and unstable. There are goosebumps lining my skin as I wrap my arms around my quivering body protectively.

In a second, two guys are on the floor, with Antoine on top of the one who just failed at his attempt to grope me, thrashing around violently. I hear Antoine shouting and screaming what I guess are profanities at the other guy, who is also fighting back and punching.

"Antoine, stop!" I shriek in French, but he just continues to punch and kick, not even caring that his own face is getting completely beaten up.

I attempt to run in the middle of the two and break it up, but I only get more shouts from Antoine as he yells at me to move aside.

My heart drops again once I see the other guy stand up. He manages to get up from his position on the ground, and he's insanely  tall.

I watch in horror as he kicks Antoine around his ribs, the latter groaning and rolling around in pain.

"Stop it, please!" I'm begging the other player at this point.

He doesn't seem to hear me and he kicks Antoine again, this time around his face.

What do I do, what do I do, he's literally going to die at this rate.

"Yah!" I watch as an older man comes and pulls the other guy away from Antoine, separating them.

He starts yelling in rapid-fire Spanish, and before I even register what's happened, I've bent down and reached my hand out to the Frenchman that I barely even know. My heart is racing as Antoine continues to double over in pain. He takes my hand willingly and winces as he slowly gets up from his position, the adult still screaming at the other player.

Antoine motions for me to walk into the room where the door is open, and I do as told. It looks like an office room, and it's kind of like where a college student would work on a daily basis.

My thoughts are disturbed when he slams the door shut, and I jump slightly at the sound.

I'm met with a horrible sight when I turn to look at him. It's no longer the perfect visage I saw a few days ago.

There's a cut splitting his lip, and I can already see a bruise starting to form around his cheekbone and right eye. There's another gash running down his other cheek, and his hand is scraped very badly. His nose is bleeding, and from what I've seen before, it's probably broken. He barely can even stand up straight since he's doubling over in pain, slouching his body and leaning forward towards me. One arm is painfully clutching his side, while the other feeling the side of his face as it bleeds.

Then he puts both of his hands on my shoulders despite the pain, and looks at me.

"Are you hurt?" He asks, slightly out of breath, his face laced with concern.

Before I can even register what I am doing, I've wrapped my arms around his body, holding onto him as if he was the most precious human being in the entire world.