Colder than Ice//Neymar Jr

Chapter Three (Isabel's Pov)

Life at home were full of people spreading rumors..talking shit, and non-stop fakeness.

It's my time to be myself. I was done being afraid that people would take pictures of someone and I hanging out together and assuming we were 'dating'. I'm done with that shit.

"Holy shit." Tyler stared at me. Christian stood at the side of him, but was silent. A wave of fear went over me as they just kept staring.

"What?! Do I look bad?! Shit, I knew this was the wrong dress—"

"No." Christian cut me off instantly. His eyes trailed my body, "No..." he stopped, unable to finish his sentence.

Tyler wrapped his arm around Christians shoulders, smirking, "I think, what this charming man is trying to say is...you, Isabel Escarra...look stunning."

My eyes widen, and checks flush, while I walked towards the two, who had nice suits on. Mateo came into sight, adjusting his tie, "can you both stop hitting on my sister?" my brother groaned, standing by my side, "you look great, sis." he whispered in my ear.

Today was the opening ceremony for the World Cup. One of the best times one could ever experience.

"Is your father attending?" Tyler asked the two of us.

"Yes, he told us he would meet us there." Mateo answered. "Now...here's the real question, who's escorting my beautiful sister tonight?"

Tyler laughed, looking at Christian who stood there nervously. My god, this guy makes me laugh every time, "I think Chris should."

I laughed, stepping forward and putting my arm out, "only choice out there," I smiled as he put his arm around mine. The four of went out to the car where Antonio was waiting.

Mateo called shotgun, which left Ty, Christian and I in the back. Of course, I was forced to sit in the middle of two men who man spread like there's no tomorrow. For the next thirty minutes, we laughed, yelled at one another, and complained about the stupidest thing.

These people are my family to the end of time. The only four individuals that could ever make me fully smile. Maybe these next two months won't be as bad as I thought.

Oh how wrong I could was.

We all stared at the sitting for the tables. Mateo was mumbling something under his breath, Tyler was swearing, Antonio was complaining to some waitress...but Christian and I just stood there in shock.

Out of all teams...we were seated with Brazil.

"They can't change it..." Antonio told us, "there's two tables, but apparently one has already been field with some Brazils teams and our team," he explained as we followed him through the place. It was dark, and so many different other teams already were seated down.

Once we arrived at the table we apparently had to sit at...chaos began. "You gotta be fucking with me," Mateo muttered.

Five seats for us, and the other five were filled with...Marcus, Neymar Jr, Thiago, and two other girls, which I assumed were girlfriends... "Welcome, Americans. Glad to see you again," Thiago said with such a sarcastic tone that Tyler had no come back to and Tyler always had a come back.

We all sat down, all wishing this night would end as quickly as possible.

Marcus was grinning while taking a sip of water. "So. How is Jacob." his voice felt like knifes stabbing into me over and over again.

Christian glared over at him, "let's not, Marcus."

"I'm just asking a simple question, Chris. What's wrong with that?"