Ex~ w/ Neymar jr

Part 19-Time

After our spa day, I went back home to Matt. I couldn't say it was a great feeling, shit, seeing him didn't really make me feel anything. All I could think about was Neymar.

"Hey babe, you're back."

"Yea."

"Where were you last night?"

"Ashanti's, I got drunk and she kept me at hers." Usually I didn't like lying, but I didn't really care with Matt.

"Now tell me where you actually were."

"I just fucking told you Matt, I'm not in the mood." I said, becoming slightly mad.

"If I called Ashanti what would she say?"

"She'd say I was at hers, and you know what? You're sleeping on the couch."

"What? You can't kick me out of my own bed." 

"I bought it bitch." I said.

"Well, you can't push me to the couch in my own apartment."

"You don't fucking pay rent Matt, you haven't had a job in weeks matter a fact."

"You can't be fucking serious right now."

"I'm sorry, does it look like I'm joking?"

"Whatever Jayla."

"Yeah whatever." I said as he walked past me to get a blanket and pillow.

He set up his stuff and laid down on the couch. I checked the time and it was 11 so decided to go to bed. I walked down the hallway to the bedroom and laid down on my bed. I tossed and turned in my bed for 3 hours, trying my hardest to fall asleep. But I couldn't.

I felt empty, like I was missing something.

And then it hit me: Neymar.

I was gonna call him until my phone rang, and to my surprise it was him.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey." I said back.

"I can't sleep, something feels weird."

"Like something's missing right?"

"Yea."

"I can't sleep either, I kicked Matt out to go sleep on the couch." I said giggling. I heard him laugh too.

"How come?"

"I... I think I just need some space."

"Dani was harassing me all day, trying to figure out what was wrong."

"And what's wrong?"

"Well, my friends ex girlfriend is the most beautiful, funny, intelligent, and honestly addicting person to be in a room with and she makes him feel things nobody else makes him feel and I have to help him."

"Help him do what?" I asked, blushing at his words.

"I'm not sure." He said with a sigh.

"He says he can't even sleep because of her, because she's all he can think about."

"Well, if it makes you feel better, my friend is making me help her figure out how she feels about 2 guys that she's known for a really long and one makes her feel like she'll safe no matter what with him and the other feels secure and that he'll never leave. And she really likes the first guy but he broke her heart when they first met so she's scared of him, of them."

"I guess our friends are pretty messed up."

"I guess so."

"I feel so, numb."