What happens next? ● [Neymar Jr]

5 - My Little Secret

Neymar's POV
Football practice. I really wasn't in the mood to be here. Marc and I were the first to show up and he looked a little worse for wear. He looked as if he had just woken up, his skin pale and his tired eyes had dark bags underneath them.

"I take it you saw the news?" I said to him as he made his way over towards me.

"Yeah..." he replied awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

"I met her once, we have no contact so it's not like we will meet again and now she's apparently my girlfriend" he laughed running his fingers through his messy hair.
Was this man completly wasted last night or what? He clearly could not remember a thing.

"Erm.. she was at mine last night" I said making his eyes widen in shock.

"Oh .. don't tell me she's another one that you've added to your fuck and dump list" he scoffed rolling his eyes at me which earned him a glare in return.

'No of course not, I was looking after her... both of you were wasted out of your minds last night and she became ill" I sighed irritated by his accusation. I hated the fact people always saw me as the sort of guy to sleep with every girl I was pictured with.

"But one thing she told me before she left mine this morning is that she wants to see you again Marc.."

She was adamant I told him this even though I really didn't want her to see him again. I admit it, I'm a jealous guy but after all I did want her to be happy.

The satisfied smile on his face told me everything I needed to know right now. I knew I had competition but when I want something I will get it. No exceptions.

Earlier on

"Can you stop calling me by my full name.. most of my friends call me Bree or Gabby"

I smirked at her while watching her tuck into the Spanish omelette I had cooked for her.

"It's weird being here.." she said looking around at the walls covered in pictures of Davi Luca and I.

"Last week I was at the Real Madrid vs Barcelona football game cheering you guys on, now I'm in your kitchen eating an omelette" she laughed flashing her perfect white teeth at me. I began to get nervous. People were still blaming me for the loss of that match, some of my own fans were even sending me hate because of it. I hoped she hadn't realised why we had lost... why I became so distracted that evening.

I stood up quickly placing my empty plate in the dishwasher and pouring myself some orange juice.

"Why did you lose?" She suddenly asked making me choke on the cold orange juice that had just touched the back of my throat.

I looked over at her and she tilted her head slightly, her brown eyes staring curiously back into mine and for the first time in my life I was at complete loss of words.
Because I got lost in those beautiful eyes that are staring into mine right now..

"Because.. I got overconfident I suppose.. misjudged the ball and it flew past me" I bit my lip at the sound of my own lie while the voice in my head was shouting the truth again and again.

Because I got lost in those beautiful eyes that are staring into mine right now. The pair that I couldn't tear my eyes away from when everyone around me was screaming my name.

Did she believe me? I don't know. But for now I didn't want her to know that she had cast me under some sort of spell that was pulling me closer to her every second.

For now, it was just my little secret... or so I thought..

Gabriella POV

I had decided that I wanted to meet Marc Bartra again. I felt like I needed to see if he had any recollection of what happened last night at the dinner. There were so many rumours flying around right now that I felt like we needed to clear the air between us. Neymar had hesitantly given me Marc's mobile number earlier on and after spending the day debating on where to meet him I decided on a quiet spot away from the bustling streets of Barcelona. I texted him the location - a small cafe located away from the busy markets and crowded streets. I felt my phone vibrate soon after and I looked down at my phone noticing his name flashing on my screen
'That's fine. I will see you later dulce x'