Broken Without You

Chapter 5

"Why doesn't Neymar like me? " you say during the walk to the party. "I have done nothing to him, I don't even know him!" You exclaim. Rafinha sighs, rubbing your thumb with his absentmindedly. "It's not you specifically, (y/n), it's just that whenever one of the guys on our team gets involved with a girl it ends badly and it reflects out on the field. Neymar wants to be champion, he doesn't play for fun." He finishes. "I guess when he saw you he thought you might be like, an obstacle in his way or something, but he's not gonna keep us from being friends, okay?" He raises his eyebrows. You nod, "why does he hang out with girls then if we're such a 'distraction'?" You question. "It's more of another one of his games, Rafinha says, "he likes being with girls, just not actually being with them if that makes any sense." Even in the dark you can see Rafinha blushing slightly and you can't help smiling at his innocence. "Why are you his friend then?" You frown, kicking a pebble. "He's actually a good guy, once you get past the girl stuff and arrogance," he admits. "He is the one who convinced me to try out for the soccer team." Neymar seems too controlling and a bully, but you don't say this to Rafinha. As much as he would hate to say, you can tell Rafa looks up to Neymar. "We're here" Rafinha leads you through the lawn, and towards the white apartment. Loud music, booze, short dresses, and a horrible singer who is trying to attempt karaoke make you grimace, which Rafinha catches and has him doubled over in laughter. "That's Ney no doubt!" He shouts. "Gross!" You call out. The Justin Bieber song "confident" is playing, and to your amusement, Neymar is swaying too. "She's got my attention, she's confident, oh no no, oh no no, she's confident, I can tell by the way she walks in the room" Neymar sings, his tan arms in the air. He spots Rafinha and motions for him to join him but stops when he sees you standing by his side. He continues singing but you are pleased to see he is very distracted. "He looks quite drunk" Rafinha notes, his dark eyebrows raised. You hadn't noticed before, but Rafinha actually looks really good. He had a white collared shirt in his car and had swapped it for his jersey but hadn't buttoned the first two buttons, so you had a clear view of his strong chest. His arms threatened to rip the fabric where his muscles were, and he had a few beads of sweat from the humid air caused by the sweaty dancing bodies. You stopped staring before it got awkward. I'm gonna get something to drink" you say to Rafinha. "Okay," he says smiling at you. Avoiding the grinding individuals with no morals whatsoever, you head to the refreshments table and pour the only non alcoholic beverage there is, lemonade. "What are you doing at my party" you hear a deep voice say to you. You meet the same hazel eyes that have been in your mind for quite awhile now. "Rafinha invited me" you say, gripping the drinks with more force. "You need to stay away from Rafinha" he says. "Sweetie :)" you say, putting down your drinks. "I don't know who you think you are, but the fact that you're friend with him doesn't entitle you to decide who he hangs out with" you smile at him. "He's my brother and your plan is not going to work" he says slurring his words. "I know what type of girl you are" he continues. "You're just going to make him fall for you, make him think you're going to be there forever, and then when he's at his weakest, blinded with love, you're going to break him" he whispers. "you don't know me!" You shout. "You wish I did" he says suggestively, and with that you take the ice cold lemonade and drench him with it. He yells, clearly caught off guard, and you run past him, ready to get out of that awful place. You angrily brush away the tears threatening to spill, and slide past the dancing people. On your way out you see a blur of white heading into the kitchen with a red head. "Oh great" you whisper. "Just what I needed."