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Chapter: Score

Neymar's POV

We stood in a line, waiting for them to let us go out on the field and play against our team rivals. I exchanged some looks with Cristiano.

I really hope I score today! I thought. I knew Ronaldo was good at playing but not as good as me or Suarez, especially not Messi. Messi is the god of football in my opinion.

The line finally started moving, I was last in line, Behind Suarez.
I felt nervous, I don't usually feel this way before games, I'm always really confident before games. It's probably because I knew Fernanda is watching, I'm not gonna lie, she is pretty, like gorgeous. She is perfect in every way, personality, smile, eyes, her voice and her body.

No Neymar you can't fall for a reporter! I thought, there would be so much consequences if I did ask her out. Especially the media, they'd think she used her job to get closer to me. There is always something wrong...... apparently,with the girl I had ever dated. I was on a date once with a some Instagram model and the exact same thing happened, people would dig out everything they could find about the person.

I quickly got out of my thoughts and walked out of the tunnel, stepping on to the green grass. I smiled and waved to the fan's, as I backed to where I'd stand.
Messi on my right and Suarez on my left.

I spotted Fernanda and waved at her slightly, smiling, so no one would notice. I received a smile and a thumbs up from Fernanda.

Her smile make my legs weak, making me want to fall to the ground, or just stare at her for a moment, not in the creepy way I mean like, look at her stunning face for a long time.

The game started and I felt good, after my interaction with Nanda.

Fernanda's POV

The game started and I kept my eyes on Neymar, I really don't know why my eyes are so attached at that annoying mans face, but I must admit, he doesn't look bad, I mean like he looks good, like reeeally good, like I wanna scream good!

"Fernanda?" I heard Chloe saying, looking at me with her light blue eyes.
"Yeah, what's up?" I asked her, getting out of the trance I was in before.
"You are like staring-"

"I am not staring Chlo" I lied before she could add something to her sentence.
"you are so bad at lying Fernanda" she laughed at me, I laughed with her. "What's going on between you guys, I mean...I see how he looks at you and how you look at him" she asked me looking into my eyes. "Nothing" I lied, again.
"You are still bad at lying" she giggles. "He's annoying but kind of attractive and se-" I got cut off by Chloe "Okay I do not want too hear that stuff"

"Sorry" I smiled, looking back at the beautiful man I was just talking about.

Neymar and Suarez was in the box, tricking the defender's, Neymar got really close too the goal and Neymar kicked the ball in between the goalie's leg's, making the ball make its way into the net.

Me and Chloe stood up and cheered, when I then saw Neymar pointing at me, making a heart with his hands and blowing a kiss. I smiled and pretended to catch it. I was thinking about why he'd do that, I mean his celebration,

Don't get me wrong, I still think it's cute.

I mean, he knows what happens, all the girls he has dated gets hated on, they found out everything about you, something you said years ago, something that you did years ago.

I don't want too go trough that right now, I'm trying to stop smoking, and that would make me smoke.

I have been bullied in high school, so I had been dealing with being hated and hated. I really didn't do anything, I was just pretty, like I'm not kidding. The popular girl's boyfriend's would literally drool when they saw me in the hallways. My smile was always there, showing my perfect white teeth, my brown hair, my "perfect" body. That made every girl hate me, the have punched me in the face too try and make me look ugly, but that purple bruise on my eye just made me look bad ass instead. I mean it was hard dealing with all the comments I got, daily. And at that time in high school, I was underweight, that was my "only" flaw. They used to bully because my ribs was showing, unusually much. Especially in the locker rooms, they'd just stare at me in a mean way, I knew I was underweight, but there was nothing I could do about it. I remember one day, I used all my money to buy high-fat food, so you couldn't see my ribs anymore. Guess what? It didn't work, surprise! Of course it didn't work, even my parents tried to fill me with deep fried foods, which just made me feel sick of food, I'd always throw up the fatty food in the toilet after.

I don't want to feel that way again.

Junora/Loas notes!
Okay soo this was just a lil backstory of Fernanda.
This might be triggering but I just wanted to add
something personal so it would feel abit more realistic I guess 💗

Stay iconic babes,

Iconic=Love Neymar Da Silva Santos Jùnior 😘