Don't Forget My Name(Neymar)

Chapter 6- Its All Coming Back

*2 years ago*

"Neymar, you really think your friends will like me?" Belle nibbled on her thumb nail as they walked on the property of Neymar's friend Andre. As celebration for winning their first game of the season, Andre decided to throw a huge party.

All day Neymar has been secretly worrying himself to death. Of course his friends would like him, that was almost a definite fact. What worried him, though, was that they might like her a little TOO much. Belle, being as beautiful as can be, looked absolutely radiant and he couldn't help but feel green as guys whistled at her as they were walking up to the house. He didn't want anyone looking at her. No. She was his Belle. Even though she didn't know it.

Even with anger boiling in the pit of his stomach, he pushed it back and managed to smile. Tonight was the night. Tonight was the night that he was going to tell Belle how he really felt.

His plan was; if she declined him, well, he graduated early so trying to keep an awkward distance wouldn't happen. If she did so happen to feel the same, he'd be the most happiest man in the world to have someone so beautiful as her to call her his.

As soon as they walked through the doors, loud music burst their eardrums. It was as an average party. Crowded, loud, and hot. Neymar loved going to parties, but Belle..well she was more of the stay at home with a good book kind of girl.

"Man!" Andre stumbled up to them, already having a little too much to drink. "You're here!" His eyes landed on Belle and a smirk spread on his face. "Well hello, who are you?"

"I'm Belle." She blushed slightly at the eyes Andre was giving her.

Neymar growled inwardly. "Belle." His voice was stern. "Let's go this way." He gestured towards the back of the house where there were as many people. Everyone was dancing in the front and conversating in the back.

Once they sat down, the want was rushing through his veins. Right then and there he wanted just to kiss her. Ohh if it were so easy! With the pending fear of her rejecting him, he just swallowed hard and turned away. "Thanks for taking me." Her voice brought him to turn to face her. "I had to take my best friend."

 The word 'friend' made his mouth dry almost instantly once it was said. "Belle." He mumbled. This was it. No holding back now.

"Hmm?"

Before he could say a word, his throat tightened. "Uhm." His eyes scanned around the room until they landed on a bottle of vodka. "I'm thirsty."

Concerned filled her face as he got up and got a glass of vodka. There were many reasons why she didn't like Neymar drinking.

One) He was her ride home.

Two) Once he drank, he was a different person.

Three) He could get hurt.

He downed the vile drink until his throat burned. Once he was finished, he poured himself another glass. He did so until he felt his muscles loosen up and he could look at Belle without blushing.

"Okay." He slurred slightly. Belle crinkled her nose and moved away from Neymar slightly. The smell of alcohol was already heavy on his breath.

"Can we go somewhere more private?" He asked her, eyeing the stares. Normally, if a boy at a party asked her that, he would try to seduce her in a private room with a bed. But this was Neymar, her best friend. Whatever he had to say must be important.