Hate at first sight | Karim Benzema

                                    

                                          
"Why do you hate him so much?" My best friend asked as she sat down on the coach beside me. "I don't know." I just replied and shrugged my shoulders, while rolling my eyes at her. "Probably because he is an idiot." I added, which made her slap me playfully. "But he'll be at the party, too, tonight." She said quietly, making my eyes widen in shock. "Seriously? You told me he wouldn't be there." I stated, but she just kept on smiling. "It won't be that bad." She said and chuckled slightly. "Because I won't come along if he is there." I said, making her stop laughing. "C'mon, Ines. I need you there." She replied and looked at me with a sad look. "Please." She begged and I rolled my eyes again. "Alright." I said and sighed. "Thank you so much." She exclaimed and threw her arms around me. "Let's search for an outfit for you now." She said, making me sigh again. "Can't I just go like this?" I asked, which made her raise her eyebrows. "You definitely won't go like this. You need to impress the boys." She stated and started to go through my wardrobe. "But I don't want to impress anyone." I tried to explain to her, but she just shook her head and threw a short blue dress onto my bed. "Try this on." She said and searched for fitting shoes. Knowing I won't be able to make her let my go in my normal clothes, I put the dress on and looked into a mirror. "You look absolutely great, even better then me." She explained, finally making me smile again. "As if." I answered and both of us laughed loudly.
                          
"You're ready to go?" My best friend asked as I got into her car. "Sure, but I still don't want to." I replied, making her roll her eyes. "Just because Karim will be there?" She questioned and I quickly nodded at her. "Seriously, why do you hate him?" She asked again and I immediately remembered the first time I met him.
                          
"Why am I doing this again?" I asked my best friend, who just smiled at me excitedly. Somehow, I have let her drag me along to the training of her boyfriend's team, Real Madrid. "Because you're my best friend." She replied after a while and smiled even brighter as she saw her boyfriend coming towards us. "James!" She exclaimed and jumped into his arms. "Hey." He greeted the both of us and quickly kissed his girlfriend. "It's great that you two came." He added and guided us to the side of the pitch. "Hey, James." Someone said as he came towards us and I as I looked up I saw that someone smirking at me. "Hey, beautiful." He said and winked at me. "I'm Karim." He stated and stretched his hand out for me to take, but I just shrugged my shoulders and looked down at the ground again. "I don't care." I replied after some time and took my phone out of my pocket, already knowing that I definitely won't become friends with him. "I don't like that guy." I whispered to my best friend, who immediately began to laugh. 'Thats wrong' I thought. 'I hate him.'
                          
"Ines, you're okay?" My best friend asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. I quickly nodded and noticed that we already arrived in front of her boyfriend's house. "Ready for the party?" She asked, making me roll my eyes again. "I can't wait." I replied sarcastically as we entered the house. "Hello, ladies." I heard James say as he quickly kissed my best friend. "Hey." I just greeted him and looked around the house. "You invited lots of people, didn't you?" I questioned as I noticed that practically the whole house was full. "Of course." The footballer replied and we walked into the living room, where I immediately got myself a drink, but as I turned around again someone ran into me, making me spill my whole drink over my beautiful dress. "I'm..." Someone started and I looked up to see Karim smirking at me. "Actually not sorry." He finished, making me roll my eyes before cursing something under my breath and pushing past him. "Wait." He called out and I turned around to face him. "What do you want?" I hissed, making him put his hands up in defense. "I'm sorry. I'll pay for your dress." He said, making me raise my eyebrows. "I don't need your money." I said and turned around again. "I just want to fix what I've done." He explained and walked beside me.
"Why don't you like me?" He asked after a while of silence. "Are you seriously asking this now?" I questioned and stopped walking. "From the first second on you hated me, why?" He asked and really looked like he was wondering about that. "Because you are an idiot." I replied and was about to walk away, but he stopped me by grabbing my arm and pressing his lips to mine. Absolutely shocked, I pushed him away and glared at him. "What was that?" I asked with wide eyes. "I thought you were beautiful from the first second on and I wanted to do that ever since." He explained, which caused me to be even more shocked. "Really?" I asked and my features softened. He nodded quickly and slowly leaned in to kiss me for the second time. At first I wanted to push him away again, but it felt so right, so I kissed back.
"Wow." Karim breathed out as we broke apart. Without replying something I pressed my lips to his again. "I hate you." I said as we broke apart, making him chuckle. "In 30 years we will tell our grandchildren about our hate at first sight." He said and put an arm around me. "Shut up, Benzema."
                          
This one is for @Hugsbeyotch
I hope you enjoyed it (: