DIAMONDS.

7.

'I told you, I can't! I can't do this, I can't just stop seeing Bruna! I can't stop seeing Carolina! They're important to me, Bruna is basically the step-mom to Davi and Carol is his mom! What'd you expect y/n?! Me to fall at my knees the moment you came into my life?' He shouted at me, anger filling his face. His bronze, golden and beautiful face has gone red in only a span of about 2 minutes.

Tears filled my eyes, but I still fought back. 'Well you fucking did! Oh please, y/n, I need you, all of you! Pathetic! That's what you are, you are so fucking pathetic! I hate this! I hate you!' I screamed, fully crying by now. I lightly hit his chest, gasping for air as I still tried fighting.

I fell lightly into his arms, still crying hysterically. He slid down the wall, grasping me tightly. I sat there in his arms, once again. 'Shhh, shhh.' He whispered, kissing my head before stroking my head. My hysterical crying had died down to a light cry. I whimpered my head still laid on his chest. I heard him let out some soft whispers himself, making me even more upset to think I caused this.

Well, I think I caused this anyway.

'I'm so, so sorry.' He let out out, once again kissing my head. I wiped my tears with my sleeves, making them damp and stained with my two day old mascara. 'I can't be your booty call, Neymar. I can't be someone you call, because you 'feel' like it.' I said, sniffling.

' I know, I know.' He agreed, stroking my arm, rocking me back and fourth.

    I felt like I was eleven again, in my mothers arms after a massive argument with her, where'd she scream at me for the littlest things. For being a curious eleven year old. I was being punished and belittled for asking questions, just like I am now.

       But with every hug, I'd forget. I'd forget all about the pettiness, all the screaming back and fourth at each over game. I knew it all too well.

I sat in his arms there for a bit. Just still, thinking. He seemed to be thinking as well as when I looked up to see him, he looked up at the ceiling in thought.

     'I've got a show, tonight.' I stated, my voice hoarse and sore. 'Great! I'll come, please. I'll do anything, y/n.' He begged, jumping at the opportunity. 'I'm not going.' I replied, shaking my head. 'Why bêbê..?' He said, moving my hair out off my face to see me properly. I shrugged. He sighed and lifted me up softly. 'Where are we going?' I asked, my vision still blurred by my tears. 'Bed, I can tell your tired. When your rested you'll re-think this through.' He replied, dragging me to his bed.

I yawned as he softly sat me down on the bed, 'get some rest.' He said in a hushed tone, before turning around and turning the light off.

I laid my back facing the door, which I could still tell he was stood at.

'I still hate you.' I stated simply before shutting my eyes. I heard a soft sigh, a door closing and feet tapping on the marble corridor floor.

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'And here comes the y/n D'blanche, isn't she something? Look at the smile, can't beat it.' I heard the voices of commentators blasting out of the speakers placed in the corners of the large room. Faces lit up, one in particular. Neymar's.

I wanted to run away, hide forever. Hide from his stupid face, and the way he says his stupid words. Idiot.

I still managed to keep a smooth walk, the best walk to ever meet the runway, some would say. 'One of the most popular faces in the model industry, maybe even in the world. Brasil, Milan, Paris, Florence and England's it girl. She's known for promoting teen pregnancy, underage drinking and smoking, but god isn't she a jewel?' The voices blared out, I couldn't help but roll my eyes as soon as I turned my back.

Some we're true, but the teenage pregnancy was such a god-awful rumour.
And the underage drinking and smoking was from years ago, people just like to hold onto the past.

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I sat in the seat of Neymar's BMW i8, I faced the window so I didn't have to face the awkwardness next to the side of me. I checked my watch to see it was only 6:00, and Davi would be coming in half an hour. 'Hurry up, Davi is coming soon.' I groaned, turning to face him to talk to him. His neck snapped to look at me. 'You remembered?' He asked, some sort of admiration in his eyes. 'Yeah, I'm not really known to abandon kids.' I smiled sarcastically before rolling my eyes and turning towards the window again.

He laughed quietly, still driving, but a bit faster this time.

A shockwave went over me as I felt his cold touch of his hand go over me. His hand was on my thigh. His hand soon warmed up due to my body heat. A small smile formed into my face as I did my hardest to fight it. Fuck sakes, how can one be such a asswhole but so cute at the same time?