Originally posted by katokarc But she was his friend, right? Admitted a friend whom he on occasion had sex with, but a friend nonetheless, so she had a right to meet his other friends, right? He regretted his decision the moment he walked into the club with her by his side, turning the heads of the entire Gladbach squad.
Granit downed the last of his drink, aggressively setting the glass down as he stood up and fixed the lapels of his jacket. From the corner of her eye she realized the seat where Granit had been previously sat was now empty, letting her know that her little plan of trying to get him jealous had failed.
She suddenly wanted all of it to mean more to him, wanted him to share that depth of emotion that she felt towards all of it. Her eyes landed on a couple in the corner just off the dance-floor away from the strobing lights and she felt her heart drop to her stomach.
Feeling sick, she turned away from the sight and back to Thorgan, offering him an apologetic smile. He pulled his car to a stop a few paces away from her apartment building, giving him a clear view of Thorgan walking her inside. He could almost feel his heart beating against his ribcage, his fingers shaking as he felt overcome with anger and jealousy.
She leant her forehead against the cool tiles of her wall, hating the sinking feeling in her stomach. The ring of her doorbell pulled her out of her bubble of self-pity and she pulled it open to find the devil himself stood there, his hands awkwardly tucked into his pockets. We went as friends, remember? Granit Xhaka Granit Xhaka Imagine arsenalosaurus.
