Ex~ w/ Neymar jr

Part 14-New beginnings and New Ends

The next morning I woke up in my towel, remembering how I had struggled to get out of the shower the night before. I sat up and put on some clothes; not caring enough to put on lotion. As I was putting my dirty clothes in my hamper, I heard my phone vibrating on the bed.

I reached for my phone and flipped it over to see the name I was oh so familiar with: Matt. I picked up the phone preparing myself for the worse.

"Jayla..."

"Hi Matt." I said, almost like a robot.

"I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't mean any of it, and I want you to know you're the only things that's been on my mind." He said, this had to be the most sincere I had ever heard him.

"I also wanted to tell you they fixed and cleaned up the apartment, and I was hoping you'd be alright with coming back to live with me." He continued.

"Matt, I'm sorry too... for saying you don't care because I know you do. I'd love to come back, I'll grab my things and can you pick me up at 6?"

"Of course,  goodbye babe."

I hung up he phone, a million thoughts thrashing around my head. I felt like I was drowning, thoughts of Ney, Matt, Micheal. 

What had become of my love life?

Going from so simple to complex and painful. 

Out of all of my thoughts, Neymar seemed to be the main of all of them.

 How would he feel?

 Mad?

 Sad? 

Happy?

 I knew I had to have been at least a little bit of a bother to him.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't see the look on his face leaving him. He had a preseason meet to discuss contracts and make sure he was set to go back to Barca. So, I told Matt to pick me up while he was gone.

I checked the time, it was 12 and Neymar still wasn't up. I took this time to pack up and hide my stuff in the closet. I thought back about this week, more about the time I had spent with Neymar. The way he made me feel, the sparks I felt around him.

It would all come to an end, a feeling all to familiar. I checked the time again, 2 o'clock. I decided to wake Ney up, smiling to myself remembering how much of a diva he was.

I walked into his room and admired his sleeping body, how at ease he looked and how calm he seemed. I leaned down and whispered into his ear.

"Ney, wake up."

his beautiful hazel eyes flickered opened an met mine. 

"Hi." He said with a smile.

"Hi." I said back, almost feeling sick.

"It's 2 so you have just enough time to eat hang out for a little bit, then get ready and go to your meeting."

"Thanks J." 

I left the room and sat back down on my bed, I decided to watch some tv to get my mind off of him.

The next thing I knew, it was 5:40 and Neymar was leaving to his meeting. I remembered the feeling of his hands wrapping around my waist and pulling me in. The feeling of his lips on mine. 

Oh how I would miss it.

Matt arrived shortly after to pick me up, and by that time I had sent my goodbye message to Ney.

I texted him:

J: Ney, I loved spending this week with you and appreciate your strong efforts to keep me happy and find me a new job. But sadly I have to leave and return back to my life. Matt is picking me up at 6 and I just wanted to say that you are an amazing man and that I couldn't forget you if I tried. I'm sure I'll miss you dearly and I'm sorry I couldn't say this to your face love.

And remember that show? It's called Scandal, I hope you love it.

Bye Ney 

❤️J

I got into Matt's car and felt his lips land a kiss on my cheek.

"How have you been?" He asked as he started his car.

"Well, I lost my job."

"Oh that sucks babe, I'm sure you'll find an even better one."

I didn't even care about Matt, his kiss didn't make me feel anything. HE didn't make me feel anything. I just wondered what Ney would think when he saw the message.

But it was a new chapter of my life. I  couldn't think about him anymore.

We got to the apartment and I settled back in, I thought I would be happy to be home but it didn't feel like home. It felt wrong to be with Matt, in this foreign house. I put my clothes back into the closet and put all my toilet trees back into there spots.

I pulled out my phone and stared at Neymar's contact, he would've been home by now. I blocked him so I could move on. I promised myself I couldn't get hurt again, and I wouldn't break it.

I took out my laptop and looked at nearby photography jobs, and I found a firm that had starting positions for press and interviewers. But at this firm, they believed in maintaining privacy for the celebrities, and I loved it.

I called in and arranged a job interview for the next day.

This was my life now.

The.End.

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I cannot tell you how much this hurt to write, and Im sorry but its for the best.

love ya

byeeeee