Crazy In Love (Neymar Fanfiction) {In progress}

Chapter 3. Barca vs. Madrid.

I woke up early because I wanted to get ready quickly so that we could get there on time, so I woke up around 7:30 am. I got out of bed and stayed in the shower for about 30 minutes, the first 10 minutes I used to actually did shower related things and the other 20 minutes I just stayed in there thinking about life. I got out and wrapped myself in my towel as I picked out my outfit. I picked out my Real Madrid jersey and light washed ripped skinny jeans. I laid them on my bed then all of a sudden Diane barged in.

"Can't knock." I mumbled,

"Look! I don't want to be seen around you, so you need to make yourself... not look like you." She almost yelled,

"And how exactly am I supposed to do that."

Diane left out the room and came back with her makeup bag,

"Sit." She ordered, and I obeyed.

She took out what looked like eyeliner I moved back a little bit "You better not poke that in my eye." I frowned,

She rolled her eyes and pulled my head towards her.

After what seemed like hours she was finally done.

"VIOLA!" She smiled as she handed me a mirror, I didn't look any different anyway. The only difference was that she winged the eyeliner and my eyelashes looked longer which made my green eyes pop even more, and my skin looked smooth and it looked like it was glowing. I shrugged and waved her off. After putting my outfit on I and stood in front of the mirror, I puffed a strand of curly hair out of my face.

"I'm ready to tame you." I said.

After minutes of trying to brush my hair, I just let it down at its regular state. I put on my black high top vans and went down stairs.

"Good Morning Clara, why don't you look beautiful." Dad smiled, I smiled back.

"Too beautiful that I almost didn't recognize you." Christine scoffed.

I rolled my eyes and sat at the breakfast bar while I poured myself a bowl of cereal. Diane came down the stairs wearing tight ass jeans that made her butt look weird and a tight Barcelona jersey, where you could see her cleavage.

"You know we're going to a football game. Not a strip club right?" I smirked.

"Shut the fuck up Clara. You're not going to ruin my day with your stupid remarks." Diane scoffed.

I rolled my eyes. Bitch.

"Girls you two will learn to get along! And have fun at the game! No fighting." Dad said.

We both groaned as I went upstairs to put in my contacts, took my glasses and phone since my contacts don't work for me sometimes. I grabbed my bag.

"Let's go." I frowned, Diane took her keys and we walked to her car. I got in and buckled up. "And don't talk to NONE of the football players." Diane said, "It's not like they'll talk to you anyway." She scoffed,

"No need to worry. They won't talk to you either. They'll think that you're just another crazed fan. And wave you off." I said while brushing my shoulder.

"Neymar loves me." She said, "Honey. He doesn't even know you exist." I smirked, which shut Diane up.

I chuckled to myself as we drove. We got to the stadium hours later and I was already exhausted. We walked through the little door things and sat on the bleachers there, we got front row seats so that was good. More and more people kept coming in by the minute. "When is it gonna start." I groaned as I was already getting bored and more and more exhausted.

Diane ignored me as she was still trying to look for Neymar probably. I don't know what she sees in him. I mean what kind of name in 'Neymar' anyway... weird.

"I'm going to the bathroom." I said to myself since Diane probably wasn't listening to me anyway.

I got out and walked through the tunnel. I didn't know the place so I tried looking for a bathroom myself, I walked in what I guessed was the locker room, I saw bathrooms there and nobody was in here so I quickly went into one of the stalls. I started whistling as I pulled out my phone and started texting Will and Dad. I was still whistling when I heard a couple of footsteps coming closer, I quickly shut my mouth, pulled my pants up and kneeled down to see feet walking. I heard laughing and giggling, I let out a small cough because my throat itched and immediately all the laughing and giggling stopped, Idiot. I heard someone say something in Spanish I think though I took a little bit of Spanish in high school, I barely understood what they said. I heard the footsteps come closer to my stall and I held my breath and lifted up my feet. After for what seemed like hours even though it was probably only 5 minutes, it was silent I took the risk and quickly flushed the toilet and came out of the stall, I washed my hand and turned the corner no sign of no one. I walked through the tunnel and saw all the Real Madrid and Barca players lined up. I took a deep breathe and quickly tried walking past them hoping they won't notice me or my Gareth Bale jersey.

"Is that a Gareth Bale fan I see!" I heard a male voice say, shit.

"Oh look, a Madristra." Another yelled.

I just kept walking and didn't bother to look back. I quickly sat next to Diane and she didn't make eye contact as she was on her phone. I pulled out my phone and texted Will.

Me; Heey Will.

Will; Heeeeyyy Clara. :)))

Me; I think the game is about to start, I almost got busted by some football players just for using the bathroom in their locker room. :(

Will: Shaking my head Clara. Have fun though, don't forget the autograph. ;)

Me; Ohh right. Neymar, that's a weird name don't you think.

Will; Hey! Don't judge Neymar, he's like a god of soccer of course.

Me; Yea, yea. Will I'll ttyl. 

I put my phone back in my purse as that game started, I didn't really pay attention mostly because I didn't know what was going on. I started to get annoyed because every time a Barca player would come close to making a goal Diane would jump up and her breasts would be EVERYWHERE! I cringed at the thought of it... she had no class whatsoever. "Look look, I see Neymar." She squealed as she pulled me up.

I squinted as I tried to look but everything just looked so blurry even with my contacts, I shrugged and sat back down. Half time started and I decided to put my glasses on I saw James Rodriguez pass the ball to Gareth Bale and he made a goal! I jumped up and turned around and pointed to the back of my jersey like an idiot. The game ended and the score was 1-0, 0 being Barca. Every started exiting as Diane sat there pouting. I finally remembered that I forgot my contact lense case in the locker room "I forgot my contact lense case in the locker room. I'll be right b-" Diane cut me off.

"I'm coming with you. I might meet Neymar."

I rolled my eyes as we went through the tunnel.

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