Helping out her best friend by playing the lead in that music video project for university had seemed like an easy enough feat for art student Lorelai García. Only, it wasn't. Especially since not only Lorelai, but the whole first team of the FC Bar...
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For the rest of that day, Lorelai turned her attention to her art assignment. Paint, draw, plan a scene, shut the world out and only concentrate on what's right in front of you — that's what she needed right now, more than anything. She didn't dare contact Neymar, no matter how much she wanted to scream and shout at him or bite his head off. She didn't want to run into him at the match either, afraid that she indeed would bite his head off — quite literally — and she really didn't think she'd be able to talk to him about last night in a spectrum of voice and volume people commonly categorised as normal speech either.
Not after last night. Jane and Diego had caught him sneaking out. And what had he done? Or said? Not one word of explanation from him! Not a syllable on why he thought it better to get out and leave her! Not even a stupid pillow post-it note. Had their night meant so little to him? Did he care at all? Or did he finally get what he wanted from her, just as Diego had implied?
Lorelai fumed silently all day and worked on the picture of Lionel Messi (the latest one of the series for »artistic creation«), ignoring Dani's and Marc's text messages asking about her whereabouts and reasons for her absence at the match.
By late night, Lorelai was informed by yet another message of Marc that they'd beaten Córdoba at Camp Nou with five solid goals — and that Neymar hadn't played a minute of it. Now why would he think she was interested in that? Nevertheless, she delighted in that little fact. Served him right! Karma really could be a bitch!
After a good night's sleep — okay, so she didn't sleep that well, too consumed by memories, overwhelmed by feelings and worries she didn't want to feel in the first place — Lorelai had managed to somewhat control her emotions and start to analyse her feelings and thoughts on the whole Neymar affair.
That state didn't last long, however, because by the next day, news got out that Neymar had left Barcelona to be home in Brazil over Christmas. He hadn't said a word to her about it. Instead, he'd simply left — fled! — the country. Was he that desperate to not talk to her, to get away from her?
It was moments like this where Lorelai cursed the internet and social media. Not only had news platforms and fans alike spun a wonderful story around the »threesome dating scandal«, now they were going on about Neymar leaving his girl to spend Christmas away from her.
These stories were seriously starting to restrict her life.
Restriction number one — her Sunday late night shift had been cancelled by Silvio and Marina, both of them too scared of what might happen to her after the whole cocktail spectacle a while ago. After a lengthy phone call with Marina (and after that Miguel) about the whole matter, she could at least understand the reasons behind her shift's cancellation and their collective concern for her well-being. Brea had attacked her for the mere thought of her and Neymar dating. Now that they'd been caught making out, who knew what people would do.
She still felt bile rising inside of her at the thought of Brea and her stupid boyfriend. Thank the universe for small favours — they'd been officially banned from the café after having caused that bar fight. Which meant the staff could call the police anytime they wanted if one of them decided to come back and visit again. But it wasn't just those two alone causing potential trouble anymore. Neymar was loved and adored by so many people; quite obsessively in some cases, as she had found out through Brea. Who could tell what other people might do? Would it stay at cocktails being spilled over her? Somehow, Lorelai doubted that.
