Save me (Neymar jr love story)

Thirty-Seven

Chapter 37: mixed emotions.

I watched the ball being passed from player to player, who I don't really think i know. they were all unfamiliar faces in the field.
Anyway...
My meet up with Lance is happening in two hours. as much as i don't want to go and confront him about his pathetic moves on me, i have to. Maybe i'll end it once and for all. but this meet up could also be the start of something new.

Or maybe I'm just tired and i just need some sleep.

I glanced at my watch and noticed i needed to get going now. this meet up is not going to be something I'll regret in the future. why? Because I'm finally going to tell Lance that there is absolutely no chance for us to be a couple, or even have an affair. maybe it sounds harsh as i think about it, but its the truth... right?

Yes it is.

I convince myself.

I stood up from my seat and approached Neymar who was a little sweaty, but it looked hot, so why bother?

"You did a great job baby" i throw my arms around his neck and stand on my tippy toes.

He smiled widely and responded by throwing his arms around my waist pulling me into a warm,tight hug.

As we pull apart from our hug, he leans down and reaches for my lips. Which made me get all these stupid butterflies in my stomach those teenagers talk about in movies and books.

Its feels like forever since i touched his beautiful, wet, and lustful lips.

"Get a room you two!" I hear someone say as i look back and see Sergi just staring at us with a blank expression on his face.

I laugh it off, pretending like i wasn't gonna continue the kiss, even though i really wanted to. Neymar kisses my jawline and takes his big Louis Vuitton bag that probably costs my tuition if i wanted to go to college.
Which is the main reason i moved to Brazil, but going to college is definitely not on my to do list.

I walked back to my seat and took out my phone to text Lance.

To: Lance
Hey:) so meet me at the Costa coffee shop, the one next to my hotel, at 5.

I press the send button and lock my phone, waiting for an answer. i look around Camp Nou and spot Marc not too far from me, drinking water and packing his also, Louis
Vuitton bag that probably costs my house rent back in Brazil.

I feel my phone vibrate and I immediately open my phone to see Lance's text.

From:Lance.
Great. see you there kiddo. :)

Kiddo.

A word i haven't heard or seen in what feels like ages ago. and i missed it.

I locked my phone and slid it in purse as i made my way out of the stadium. i wanted to go wait for Neymar in the car, but something caught my eye. Or ear.

"I did this for you! I did everything for you Melissa!" He yelled through the phone. i decided to stop walking and instead, hear his conversation with this 'Melissa'.

"Are you seriously breaking up with me through the phone?" He emphasized his point in that last part.

What was he talking about?

"This is ridiculous." he whispered. i couldn't help but feel sad for him and this 'Melissa' girl.

Number 1 rule of how to break up with someone:

1-DO NOT BREAK UP WITH THEM THROUGH THE PHONE.

Doesn't this Melissa girl know that?

But wait... Marc has a girlfriend??