Broken Without You

Chapter 10

The songs for this chapter are:
"Come a little closer"- cage the elephant
" Drunk" - Ed Sheeran
I wanna be drunk when I wake up, on the right side of the wrong bed
Maybe I'll get drunk again, I'll be drunk again, to feel a little love.

Turning on your computer, you eye the clock, tardiness is something that does not surprise you from the football star. You choose a theme and are already at work when he finally barges into your room. "Thanks for waiting!" Neymar pretend to be annoyed. "You're late" you say not looking up from your laptop. "I got caught up" he says vaguely. He jumps on your bed and lays by your leg. Peering from above your arm, your pleased to see he's actually reading the summary. "You have good vocab" he praises. "Thanks." After a few more awkward minutes of him staring and praising, you slide the laptop towards him, "your turn." He sits up, and rubs his chin, "hmm okay so, I'm doing the pictures right,?" "If you can handle it" you tease, drinking some water. "There's just pictures of random creepy guys holding their thigh" he complains. "Be more specific in the search" you say. "Ewww this guys practically naked he's like 90." He shudders. Sighing, you reach across and move his hands away with yours. "Your hairs tickling my nose" he mumbles. "Shut up" you say, typing. You try not to notice the way he is staring and instead click enter, moving away before he starts something you cannot let him finish. He takes the laptop and takes care of the rest of the pictures and some tips on preventing injuries. "Wow we actually got through a lot today" you remark. "Why are you dating Rafinha"
He questions suddenly. "Neymar" you protest.
"I just wanna know, it's bugging me" he pleads.
You sit on the edge of the bed, contemplating your answer. "Rafinha and I really clicked the first time we met. We have a lot in common and he is the sweetest human being. He's pretty much the first friend I made here and has been really kind to me." You respond. "Do you have actual feelings for him" he asks eyeing you with those haunting hazel eyes. "Why are you asking me this" you ask tiredly. "You know why. Answer me." He says determinedly. "I don't know, I'm still trying to figure it out, okay?" "I'm not falling for it" he mumbles. "What, speak up?" You shove his shoulder. "I don't believe you actually like Rafinha, in that way anyways." "You don't know anything about our relationship, Neymar and I suggest you stop it right now" you say defensively. " Rafinha and I are doing great and at this point we might take the next step in our relationship." You taunt, instantly regretting it when you see the change in Ney's face. "Don't. Don't say that." He says shakily. "Why not? I like him enough, and maybe that way you will quit meddling" you shout frustratedly. "You don't even know the guy!" He yells. "I know him enough to trust he will make me happy" you argue. His eyes are blazing as he breathes out the words, "you don't even know about his little problem do you?" He shakes his head. "What?" You ask, knowing he's just messing with you. He ignores you, turning off the laptop instead of meeting your questioning eyes. "You know, I have a question for you." You state. "Alright" he raises his head. "Why aren't you mad at me for dumping lemonade on you? I get that you recognize that it was your own fault, but why keep talking to me?" You wonder. He purses his lips. "No girl has ever done that to me. Your surprised me that night. Most girls just bail after I insult them and don't even try to fight for Rafi." He remarks, clearly disgusted. "Even though you ruined my shirt, I can see you have a good heart, and Rafinha deserves that" he looks away. You touch his arm, "what little problem?" You whisper. He shakes his head, "Rafinha would kill me. " "please" you grip his arm. All I can say is, that night at the party I noticed something strange" he looks at you. "What?" You ask. "He was talking to a red head, they were very secretive and kept turning. She handed him a small plastic bag" he finishes. You burst out laughing, "you think rafinhas doing drugs?" "Ask him yourself" he says angrily. "I'm telling the truth" he insists. "I don't believe you" you shrug. "Why the hell would I lie about my best friend smoking pot behind my back?" He shouts. "Because you're just plain jealous! You're sick of seeing him happy with a girl that actually sticks around for more than one night and you want to ruin him!!!" You yell, pushing him out the door. "Don't ever speak to me Neymar" you shut the door in his face. You hear him kick the wall in the hallway, and stalk off angrily. You look for your phone and call your boyfriend. It rings and rings, but he never picks up. Your heartbeat increases and you instantly imagine the worst. The night is torture, and you toss and turn, dreaming of Rafinha handing money over to the red head, smiling as he betrays your trust. Waking up is not much of a blessing the next morning, because there is still no response from Rafinha. Athletic training class is a pain, Rafinha has unexpectedly missed this class and working with Neymar is incredibly awkward, with no words spoken, just angry strokes of the keyboard. "You're misspelling everything" you chastise him, reaching for the laptop. "Shut up, why are you so loud?" He says groggily. "Oh my god are you drunk?" You exclaim. "Nope, no, I'm not the druggie here, (y/n), that's your baby, remember?" He slurs. Asking mr bartra for permission to take ney to the nurse is  very embarrassing, but when he sees that your project is nearly finished, he nods at you, "go ahead." "Why did you get so drunk" you huff, struggling to hold him up and walk at the same time. "Needed to clear my head" he giggles. Sighing, you are relieved when you arrive to the nurses. The nurse takes him to the back to have him lie down. "He definitely has alcohol posining, that boy has way too much alcohol in his blood." You hear the nurse say to another. You breathe heavily, scared and worried about what you just heard. Neymar could have died last night while you were too busy crying over Rafinhas possible cheating ways with a drug dealer. Your mind is a war zone, and even you start considering taking a drink yourself, just to forget for a little while. Your phone is vibrating in your pocket, taking it out to see Rafinhas name flashing on the screen. "Hello?" He says . "Hey, what's going on, where are you" you ask. "I'm feeling a little down, I don't think I'll make it to the date we were talking about yesterday. I'm sorry" he replies, his voice sounding distant and foreign. "We need to talk" you insist. "Look (y/n) I'm not really up for anything right now, call you later ok babe?" He hangs up. "Neymar was right" you mumble. "Sweetie, aren't you going back to class?" Asks the nurse looking at you curiously. "I'm going to wait here for my friend if that's all right" you respond. "It was my last class for the day" you add. She nods and returns to check on Neymar.