Alone

C11 Talk

"You still talk to yourself Abe. It's good to know that you haven't changed a bit." He said smirking.

I rolled my eyes at him in disgust. "Don't call me that. Who are you to tell me that I have not changed? I am certainly not the same Abigail that dated you." I said putting the pasta sauce on the counter then going to one of the cupboards to find the pasta.

"Where's Davi?" He asked.

"Upstairs with Thiago." I said.

I got a pan from the shelf and went to the sink to fill it with water. The whole time he was intensely observing me. I felt very uncomfortable.

He walked up to me and stood beside me. He grabbed a strand of my hair and said, "You grew it out."

I pulled it away from him and took the pot that was filled with water to the stove and put it on the heated stove.

"Why do you care?" I asked harshly.

"I liked it the way it was," He said while I grabbed another pan and put it on the other heated top.

"Well I don't care about what you like and dislike." I said. This guy was pissing me off. Ugh.

"Would the boys prefer cake or ice cream?" I mumbled to myself.

"I like cake." Neymar said.

I looked up to him and glared. "I don't care Neymar." I said.

"Wow Abe, my full name. Haven't heard that one unless you're really angry. Although you couldn't be that for more than 5 minutes either." He said smirking.

I closed my eyes and huffed. "Seriously, can you stop annoying me?" I said.

Okay I'll just make cake, just because I have the mix at hand. I went to the cupboard and got the mix. I also got mixing bowl and follow the instructions. Apparently this only needed water.

"I want to talk to you." He said softly.

"Yeah well guess what? I don't." I said adding the water.

I mixed it up and then put a spatula in the mix and dipped it in. I put my finger on it tasting the mix. I closed my eyes savouring the flavour.

I felt another finger on the spatula. I opened one eye and saw Neymar putting his finger in his mouth. He mimicked my actions. I simply glared at him.

I got a pan out and emptied the batter in it and put it in the oven.

"I think I deserve a talk after you kept my son away from me." He said harshly.

"Deserve? Are we really talking about who deserved what? I think you and I both know who can win that game." I said. This was seriously annoying me now. Why didn't he understand I didn't want to talk.

I added the pasta to the water and I added the pasta sauce to the other pan to heat it up.

Everything was finished and I was cleaning up.

"And I can explain everything. I've wanted to tell you this for the last 4 years." He said.

"And I don't want to hear it. It's a little too late for explanations Neymar. I am done." I said.

The pasta was done boiling. I added it to the sauce and mixed it up. It was finally done.

I covered it with a lid because the cake wasn't done yet.

The cake still had half an hour to go. I put a time for 30 minutes and went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. I took it, my phone and the baby monitor and went to the living room.

I sat down on the couch and pulled my feet up. I really wasn't in the mood to watch anything so I was on my phone.

Neymar came over and sat down across from me.

"If you aren't going to talk to me, I'm still going to tell you and you will listen." He said to me.

I continued going on twitter on my phone acting like his words did not affect me.

But shit, he was going to tell me. But not like I was going to believe him.