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even though she'd just walked out on him, he'd decided to go to her.
luara had gone shopping for a new dress, since she'd left hers at neymar's, got ready in her car, and gone to a nightclub. she'd only just managed to get in with the amount of paparazzi clicking their cameras at her.
neymar had got dressed a bit after she left, and jumped in his car, just to go for a drive to cool off. however, when he drove past a certain nightclub, he spotted paparazzi and her car outside, and tutted to himself. he rolled his eyes, wanting nothing but to go to sleep, especially after his game, but just knowing she was inside, most likely grinding on some man, he couldn't help but park down the street and go in himself.
the club was stuffy and cramped, the atmosphere humid and hot. not where he wanted to be at the moment. manoeuvring through the crowd, his eyes flicked around the room, seeing if he could catch sight of her.
his eyes landed on a familiar figure. not the one he wanted to see, but bruna. she turned around as soon as he saw her, and he mentally ughed as she didn't look away from him. what was she still doing in paris? he looked away from her, eyes scanning the crowd again. pushed up against a parisian man with his shirt unbuttoned, was who he was looking for.
she was laughing, tilting her head to the side and swaying her hips against his. neymar glared at the two of them. the man was rubbing over her hips and grinding his hips into her ass, and she was bent over a little bit, letting him feel her up.
neymar hated every second of what he was seeing, and had the urge to walk up to the two, throw his fist in the man's face, and take what was his, but on the other hand, he wanted to let them be, especially since she was the one that just walked out on him.
just before he decided to walk away, luara looked in his direction, her grin falling from her face as soon as his eyes caught hers. she felt stupid when she saw him, especially dancing with a stranger, so she gripped at the guy's hands, trying to get them off her.
neymar ran his tongue over his teeth and started walking just opposite luara, exactly where bruna was stood. if she wanted to do that, he might as well do this.
luara stared at him as he walked up behind the girl she'd only just seen, placing his hand on her lower back.
luara suddenly felt her muscles tense as she stared at the two, her plastered smile disappearing from her face. she didn't want to be there anymore, and she didn't want to be pressed up against someone who wasn't neymar anymore.
"i'm–" she stood up straight trying to pry at the guy's hands to get them off her, "i'm gonna go,"
the guy pulled her flush to his chest, "not yet,"
she rolled her eyes, ripping his hands off her and walking to the bar, neymar's eyes briefly catching her's as she walked by. she looked away quickly, feeling more sick than she did angry at the sight of the two dancing.
once she'd reached the bar, she ordered a shot, and downed it as soon as she got it, hoping to rid herself of the jealousy she was feeling.
for some reason, however, she felt more sadness than she did jealousy and anger. whenever he couldn't have her, he'd run to bruna, and it hurt luara. she couldn't be bothered to be angry anyway – if he wanted bruna, he could have her.
she slid her empty glass back on the bar, and moved through the crowd to go outside. she stopped in her tracks when some people stood directly in front of her, and she looked around, finding neymar dancing with her beside her. he was looking right at luara, eyes glaring into hers.
luara furrowed her brows, choked up already. must be the alcohol, she thought, tears blurring her vision, making the multicoloured lights fuzzy and hazy.
neymar immediately noticed the teary look in her eyes and furrowed his brows, letting go of bruna, wiping his hands on his trousers and following after her.
