Colder than Ice//Neymar Jr

Chapter Eight (Neymar's Pov)

I always arrived at the stadiums early for games. Most of the time I was the only one there for hours, but today was different. As I entered the field to get some touches on the ball, I saw the five friends who are seem to be attached at the hips. I've never seen any of them alone except Isabel.

The two who were drunk last night, Tyler and Christian were running sprints as Isabel was yelling at them. Once they got back to the line that she stood at, Isabel crossed her arms, "are you two awake yet?!" she asked.

"If I'm being honest...no—"

Christian hit Tyler in the arm, "you fucking idiot! She'll make us run more." he groans.

Isabel sighed, "the both of you, go take a cold shower, I'll make you guys a energy drink." she ordered.

The two boys just dropped their heads and disappeared into the lockers room. Antonio followed, laughing at them...and calling them dumbass's.

Mateo turned around, meeting eyes with me, "you're here early," he says loud enough for me to hear where I was standing. Before I knew it, he was walking towards me. Oh boy. Here we go.

"Mateo..." Isabel trailed off, finally realizing I was there. "Mateo, don't—" she tried to stop him, but he pushed her backwards.

"You might wanna watch out during todays game...because I won't hesitate to—"

"Mateo! Stop." Isabel demanded, pushing him away from me.

But her brother was much bigger then her. He easily grabbed her arm tightly, moving her out of the way. Isabel winced in pain, while still trying to make him let go. "Come on, man. I haven't done shit to you," I spoke, stepping closer to Mateo.

"You and your family have done plenty," Mateo scoffed. He still had ahold of Isabel's arm, still tightly gripping it. My eyes quickly scanned her face. He was hurting her.

The only thing I could think of is...if I walk away, he'll let go of her. "I'll see you on the field..." I paused, looking him up and down, "American." I muttered, walking away from him...and Isabel. When I turned to see if he let go of her...thankfully he had.

When I got closer to the locker room door, my teammate Anthony stood there leaning against it, "man, you can't just stay away from that family, can you?" he laughs, opening the locker room door for me.

"Trust me, I rather never see those two Escarra brothers ever again." I answered, "their fucking bastards." Anthony stared at me, smirking, while I was grabbing ice to put into my water bottle, "what?"

"What about the girl? You didn't mention her." he said pulling off his shirt to change into our uniform. "You know, the same girl you went back to that stupid photo shoot for, so you could find her necklace."

"I was just being nice." 

"Yeah...sure you were," he chuckled, throwing his dirty shirt at me, "that's why you got home at eleven last night, Ay?" he was laughing even more,

Anthony was one of my best friends, we were sharing rooms for the World Cup as well, so of course he knew I got home late, "it's not like that, Anthony. I was just dropping off her necklace. That's all." I answered.

"Ever figure out why it was so important to her?" he asked, finally putting our Brazil jersey on.

"I have my theory's, but it really isn't my business, is it?"

I began to take my shirt off, putting on my Brazil on, as well as the shorts and then socks. "You want to know though, don't you?" Anthony says, while he tied his lances of his cleats. "I mean that girl is a whole ass mystery...with that necklace, her and Marcus basically ripping each others heads off, and how she hates your father".

Yeah. I guess most people didn't know what my father did or how horrible of a person he is. No wonder Antony didn't already know why she hates my father, hell, why her whole family does.

"It is none of my business, Ant."

"But...you definitely wanna know." he laughs.

"Nope".

"Whatever you say," he says getting up.