Broken Without You

Chapter 7

Once you are back in your dorm you curse yourself, not only is it the first day back, but you are going to skip getting ahead on your homework for some bleached blonde boy who might not even show up for the 'date' or whatever it is you two are up to. "Why are you going out with him (y/n)" Jenny asks quietly, tapping away at her laptop. "He asked me to, and he's rafinhas friend, so we need to learn how to get along" you state. That is what you have been telling yourself anyways. "No other reason" Jenny asks casually, peering at you from above the screen. "None at all" you huff, sliding on some black jeans. "Um, someone's texting you" Jenny says, pointing to the vibrating phone on the bed. Tying your hair, you reach across, and heart pounding you read two words "Its rafinha". Another text comes in, "I need to talk to you" and another "please". Jenny's questioning eyes peer up at you again. You toss the phone in your purse. "See you later tonight" you call back to Jenny, and walk outside quickly. You feel bad instantly for ignoring Rafinha, trying not to picture those brown eyes looking down at the phones' screen, waiting for your response. Thankfully, you arrive at Neymars home, and hope he will take your mind off.. things. Alarm bells go off in your head when you knock on the door and there is no answer. As you are about to turn around and text back Rafinha, the door flies open. "Hey where are you going, huh?" Neymar smirks, "ditch me until after the date." Raising your eyebrows, you say "This is not a date, Neymar, were two people just hanging out--completely platonic" you say slowly, hoping he will comprehend. He seems however too busy fixing a ridiculous red bow tie on himself. Slapping his hands away from it, you reach forward and tie the bow neatly, all while he breathes on your hands. "Now I have to wash these" you joke. He rolls his eyes and you both walk to his car. He actually looks very nice, he's wearing a collared shirt, similar to Rafinha's you can't help thinking, only his shirt is black, not white. His watch looks expensive, and his hair is gelled neatly, nothing like his messy hair during the game or at the party. Unable to keep from comparing him to Rafinha, you note the way he drives, quickly and abruptly, but never in a way that makes you judge your safety. For some insane reason he makes you feel pretty safe at his side. The day at the party Rafinha had driven with a lot of caution, which was not bad, it just didn't make your heart race like it was now. But maybe it wasn't the driving.. Where are we going?" You ask. "It's a surprise" he grins. "If you take me to hooters, so help me God-" he bursts out laughing, "it's a good surprise relax." After the longest time, you see you are at a bar, a karaoke bar to be exact. "Oh. My. God." "No, no no no I refuse. I can't sing Neymar get back in the car." It's too late, he is out of the car and practically drags you inside the bar. "What better way to get to know each other, than by making idiots out of ourselves?" He calls out above the karaoke music. You attempt to smack his arm but he easily dodges. Luckily, the environment is not too crazy in the bar. It is dark outside, but there is a decent amount of light and nobody is falling over in a drunken state. The alcohol is lined up against the wall, and Neymar starts to head for it. You grab his arm, "you're funny, you're not drinking tonight unless you want me to leave right now." "You won't be able to drive me home" you sigh exasperatedly. "Okay, okay, let's go sing then" he says wiggling his eyebrows. "Alright" you say. You both take a seat at a small table and order some sodas. A blonde girl who introduced herself as Avery is singing "born this way" by lady gaga, and is playing an electric piano at the same time! "She's pretty good!" You exclaim as she plays the keys. "I could do better" Neymar says. "Let's see it then." To your surprise and horror he goes up and introduces himself, "hola mi nombre es Neymar." He then whispers his song choice to the tech lady and he winks down at you while waiting for the song. "Perdon" by Enrique Iglesias comes on, and you laugh out loud, the song fitting in so many ways. "Te estaba buscando, por la calle gritando, como un loco tomando" he dances. The crowd loves his charm, like they always do, and their cheers only make him sing louder. You are laughing at his bow tie which is now hanging for dear life. "Es que yo sin ti, y tu sin mi, dime quien pueda ser feliz?" He seductively takes off his bow tie and throws it to his fans. You shake your head, he is crazy, and you're more crazy for loving every second of it. The song is over too quickly, "y te pido perdón" he finishes. Sauntering off the stage he bows to the last applauds. "Your turn" he grins. Feeling jittery from the soda and energy in the bar, you bravely walk up and take the microphone. The crowd has mellowed out but a few pairs of curious eyes look up at you, including Neymar of course who looks very proud. You request the only song with lyrics you can sort of remember at the top of your head, "no control" by one direction. The song is cheesy, your dancing is terrible, and you are singing your worst but the crowd has surprisingly loved the appearance of the British boys. Many people have started to sing along, including Neymar. "Waking up, beside you I'm a loaded gun, I can't contain this anymore, I'm all yours I've got no control. Powerless and I don't care it's obvious, the pedals down my eyes are closed, no control!" The song ends with much more applause and you run off the stage, your heart beating quickly. Neymar hugs you, "that was amazing" he says and leans down to kiss your cheek.