"Hey Marc." I smiled,
"Hi Clara." He smiled back,
Will looked at me confused. Probably wondering what in the world was going on.
"You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend." Marc said.
I raised my eyebrows "He's not my boyfriend." I almost stuttered,
"I'm her friend. Best friend." Will frowned.
There was an awkward silence, too awkward.
"Um... so why are you here?" I asked breaking the silence,
"Oh.. Uh special thing for the team we were invited."
"Oh." I replied,
Silence again .
"So.." I said,
"Oh.. um, would you like to hang out sometime since I'm going be staying in London for a while." Marc hesitated.
"Um... sure I guess."
"Great. Here's my number." Marc pulled out a piece of paper and handed to me, "By the way. You look stunning tonight." He winked,
"Thank you." I smiled.
He left and Will frowned.
"What?"
"I don't like that Marc character." Will said,
"Oh come on. You think he likes me? We just met yesterday." I scoffed,
Will looked down.
"Wait, you really think Marc likes me?" I frowned, no answer.
"Will, he only saw me with my glasses once. But he probably thinks I'm unattractive. I mean lets be real he's a famous soccer player he probably only dates super hot models like Kim Kardashian or Penelope Cruz." I sighed.
Will looked up at me, I smiled a little bit and so did he.
The waiter came with our champagne.
"No getting drunk you have to stay sober. I don't want to drive a drunken Clara home." Will chuckled,
"Will." I groaned, he laughed, I rolled my eyes.
Another waiter came and took our order.
"I'm going to go to the restroom be right back." I said, I got up and started making my way to the bathroom.
I stopped in the corridor to take my heels off since I was bad in walking in them and someone pulled me into the men's bathroom.
"What the he-"
The person covered my mouth, I opened my eyes and saw Neymar with his hand over my mouth as his eyes pierced into my soul once again, I removed his hand from my mouth. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I almost yelled, all of a sudden the lights cut off and it was pitch black,
"Neymar?" I gasped,
"Clara?" Neymar called.
"What's going on?" I asked,
"I don't know I think electrical problems maybe."
"Oh." I mumbled,
"So.. what do we do?"
I saw a stream of light come from what I'm guessing Neymar's phone.
"It pays to have a phone with a flashlight." He smirked,
I scoffed.
Neymar came closer to me with his phone in his hand, I moved backwards until my back hit the wall. I felt his breath on my face, as my breathing started to hitch.
"What are you d-doing?" I stuttered,
"Shh..." He mumbled as he traced my jawline.
Okay, what the hell is he doing? Is he crazy? I just met him yesterday, he can't kiss me. My inner conscience whispered into my ear, he moved his face closer to mine and pressed his body against mine, as my breathing got heavier. Neymar grabbed my chin and touched his lips on mine, we didn't kiss though our lips kind of just lingered on each others. The lights turned on and I quickly pushed him away.
"You thought I was gonna kiss you right?" He smirked,
I rolled my eyes "You are pathetic."
"I just love your lips. I can't get enough of it." Neymar said in a seductive voice,
I rolled my eyes once again and grabbed my shoes.
"Are you okay? The lights went off." Will asked concerned,
I nodded, "I just stayed in the bathroom so I wouldn't get lost if I came out here." I lied.
"Oh ok. Well I already ordered the food, it should be here soon."
"I. Am. Stuffed." I groaned while rubbing my stomach,
Will chuckled. "I hope you didn't eat so much that you can't dance." He smirked,
I shook my head.
"So..." Will stood up and stretched his hand.
"May I have this dance Ms. Clara Rose Moore." He said looking a bit shy,
I grabbed his hand, "Why of course Mr. William Prescott Smith." I smiled,
We moved out onto the balcony that was attached to the restaurant. I saw Will tip what seemed like a violinist. The guy started playing the violin as me and Will started slow dancing, he wrapped his arms around my waist securely as I put my hands around his neck. I smiled and so did he,
"Remember when we first met."
He nodded and said "In 1st grade."
I nodded and scoffed "I can't believe we've been friends for that long."
"Yea."
We started having random conversations like always. We finished dancing and went back to our seats the Barca players were still there and it was probably past 11pm.
"'You wanna take pictures?" Will asked,
"Sure, let's savor the moment in photos. On the night I wear a dress and finally look a little bit appealing to ones eye." I chuckled,
He asked one of the waiters if he could take a couple of pictures and he agreed. We did a formal pose at first and we started doing random other poses. The waiter handed Will his phone and we looked at them together.
"Ooh, I like this one." I pointed to the one where we were hugging each other,
"Me too." Will said,
"Send me all of them." I smiled.
I felt Will's gaze upon me.
"What?" I frowned,
"N-nothing. You just look so beautiful tonight." He gushed,
"What are you trying to say. That I don't look beautiful all the time."
"I-uh-er." Will stuttered,
"I'm kidding." I laughed, "Thank you." I smiled.
"Want to go home?" He asked,
I nodded.
We walked pass the Barca players and Marc and Neymar looked at us,
"Bye Clara." Marc called,
"Bye Marc."
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