Parte 6

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I turn over feeling a little chill down my spine. A little draft. It's super cold for some reason but as I do so my downstairs water works start 'working'. I need to pee.

I roll around in my bed trying to find a position where I can't feel my bladder screaming at me, when I get a strong arousing smell of......man? I pull my blanket to my face inhaling vigorously. The smell tickled at my nose comfortably making me feel secure. Who's scent is this?...I close my eyes, revisiting my memories from last night.

Oh my god...Neym-

*BOOMBOOMBOOM*

Three large bangs on my door almost stopped my heart beat.

"Y/N! CAN I COME IN?!" Lucas shouts outside my door. I see the handle decline before I even give my answer.

The door swings open and he stands there. I scowl at him for disturbing my moment.

"What is so important that you disturb my sleep!?"

"So you know because I'm your favourite primo? I mean Matheus would never let you stay at his home for even an hour, and I would let you in any da-"

"GET TO THE POINT!"

"Ok! Ok! Could you please take me to training pleaaaaaase?!"

I think for a second sighing a little.

"Suuuure, GET OUT AND LET ME GET READY!"

"Yes! Thank you prima!" He says quickly leaving.

I get up quickly and run to my sloppy clothes section.

I get up quickly and run to my sloppy clothes section

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It's a soccer mom outfit😎

I completely forgot about Neymar though. I grab my keys and walk downstairs where Lucas is sat munching on a bowl of cereal.

"Ten seconds!" I say opening the front door.

Lucas starts eating faster.

"Ten, nine, eight..." I carry on, walking to my car now.

"Cmon y/n, that's not fair!" He says almost choking.

"Six, five," getting into the drivers seat.

"I'm here!" He screams running to the other side.

"Four, three, two. Ahhh! You almost wouldn't have gone to training! Haha" I laugh sarcastically.

time skip after thinking about Neymar for ten minutes.

After Lucas finished wiping the remaining milk off his face, he put on his cleats in the car for some reason.

We pull up and he only gets out.

"Come on. Hurry up y/n"

"Hurry up?"

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