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Antoine: you didn't come.
Delivered 22h30

Fuck.

The initial shock after the arrival of my mother and all the events that had been happening made me forget about Antoine's match completely, his notification being the only thing that reminded me of it. I even told him that I would've went to see it.

It's already 10:30 PM, and the whole day I was just busy cleaning out my room and getting ready for the France trip.

I had completely forgotten about his match.

Me: Are you back?
Delivered 22h35

I message him, praying he's on campus. If there's somebody that I can talk to right now, it's going to be him. Amelia is with her parents, Lucas is in the hospital, and Raph is staying with his team, Real Madrid, over in Sevilla for their match tomorrow.

Antoine: Yes
Delivered 22h40

Without hesitation, I respond.

Me: Can we meet?
Delivered 22h40

Considering it's almost 11:00PM and based on what I had learned before, walking to his house probably isn't going to be the best idea.

Antoine: Sure. I'll go to your place.
Delivered 22h41

Me: You aren't allowed to, though. International dorms close soon.
Delivered 22h41

Antoine: Fine, then meet me in front of the stadium. I'll drive you to my place.
Delivered 22h42

Me: That really isn't necessary, I'll just walk.
Delivered 22h42

Antoine: You aren't walking. I'm not letting you.
Delivered 22h43

Antoine: Just meet me at the stadium entrance, I swear I'll be there faster than you.
Delivered 22h43

Me: Okay, then.
Delivered 22h44

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By now, the route to the stadium is already deeply etched into my mind. My meetings with Antoine had started becoming less frequent, but they were still a big part of my academic life in Madrid.

I had taken a shower right before I ran outside, knowing that I'd most likely be spending the night there considering Antoine's stubbornness. Dressed in a rather oversized hoodie, I threw on a pair of comfortable sweatpants. My sneakers were already beginning to wear out because of all the walking on campus, and I knew that I had to get a new pair soon.

I jog towards the entrance of the stadium, and I see a rather fancy car parked near the entrance.

That's right, he's a footballer. Obviously he's rich to some degree.

"Hey," I greet him, as I climb into the shotgun seat.

"My place isn't far from here, it's only one or two minutes."

"Damn, I don't even get a 'hello'." I frown.

"Bonsoir, Rosé."

I raise an eyebrow at the nickname, deciding not to comment on it.

The entire car ride to his house feels as if it's taken an hour and not just a few minutes. The air is tense, and none of us really speak to each other. There is this uneasy atmosphere between the two of us, but I guess I can understand why.