Strings Attached // Neymar Jr. Ft Marc Barta

☓Chapter Two

Camila's POV:

Once Marc drops me off at my apartment, I begin to get ready, I don't really want to go but Marc wants me to and I already invited my boyfriend, Alex, and he said yes. You see, me and drinking don't do well together. All drinking does is make me act stupid and reveal stuff I normally wouldn't, so Im not going to drink a lot... hopefully.

I decide to dress up just a little, but not too much. I choose a white sleeveless crop top and a nude asymmetrical maxi skirt. For shoes, I chose some white heels. For hair, I just kept my natural curls and moved them to the side. I applied some light makeup and boom, I was ready. The outfit was a little out of my comfort zone, due to the fact that I don't like to dress up because I don't like peoples eyes on me. But I felt super confident today.

I hear a knock on my door. I open the door and there stands... Neymar and Marc? They just stand there, staring in awe. Talk about awkward.

"so...are you guys going to tell me why you're here?" I ask. Marc was the first one to answer me.

"Yeah, sorry you just look.. pretty. Anyway, Alex won't be able to pick you up, but he's coming to the club a little later." He informed me. My face fell slightly but I quickly regained myself. Alex always bails on my nowadays.

"Oh, and Neymar? What brings you here?" I ask politely.

"Bruna said she was busy but she's still coming to the club, so Marc offered me a ride."

"Ok well, we'd better get going." Says Marc, clapping his hands. We all agree off we went.

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Once we arrived we went to the VIP section. All of the FC Barcelona team was there.
"CAMI!" The boys greeted, engulfing me in a huge hug. All I could smell was cologne, and it was suffocating.
"Guys, i need air!" I said playfully. They all got off of me and greeted Neymar and Marc. I took a seat next to Gerard and Shakira.

"Camila, how have you been?"
"Good, have you seen Alex?"I asked. Her face grew bitter. Shakira is like a mom to me and she always tells me when she doesn't think something is good for me. That was the case with Alex. She isn't fond of him at all!

"No, thankfully. Tell me he's not coming." She pleads.

"No he is, him and Bruna are coming late." I said, I realized how suspicious that sounded. "Well, not together I don't think." I added, not even believing myself.

"What the hell." I hear Gerard mutter. I follow his gaze, seeing Bruna and Alex walking into the club, laughing. I try not to think too much of it.

"Hey, Camila you want to go grab some drinks?" Neymar asks me, catching me by surprise. But I don't mind, I really need to take my mind off of things. I agree and we walk over to the bar.

"So, what do you think of Alex and Bruna?" I blurt, immediately regretting asking.

"Honestly, I don't like it. Alex is your boyfriend isn't he?"

"Yeah. Anywhale.." I trail.
He bursts out laughing. I scrunch my eyes in confusion as the Brazilian tries to contain his laughter.

"ANYWHALE? Where did you get that from?" He laughs.

"Omg, shut up! It's a habit!" I joke, laughing along with him.

The night continues and me and Neymar get to know eachother better. He's really funny and chill and super easy to get a long with. We've only had a couple of drinks so we were still pretty sober.

Suddenly, I remember that Alex and Bruna were still back in the VIP section. Until now, both of us hadn't even thought about them as we were busy chatting and watching the team dancing the night away. I tense up a bit.  I think Neymar felt the same because he also looked distraught.

"we should go see what they're doing." Neymar suggests, getting up as I do the same. We make our way to the VIP section. Neymar stops suddenly, his face hardening and his fist balling. I look to where he was looking and gasp.

Before us, was Bruna and Alex in a full out makeuout session.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING?" I scream, trying not to show how hurt I was.They jump off of eachother, and look down.

"Bruna, first it was Marc and now Alex?!" I sneer. This bitch.

"Neymar, what you saw was nothing! I- I swear me and Alex don't have any feelings for eachother!" Bruna whines, ignoring me.Alex's face grows cold.

"That's not what you told me last night! Yes that's right, since she won't admit it I will. We've been hooking up for the past few weeks and last night she told me she loved me. Sorry guys." He says.

"Bruna, were done. And to think I was actually going to propose to you. Fuck this shit. " he yells, starting to walk off.

"No baby! At least let me keep the ring!" He pushes her off of him and storms away. I glare and walk towards the direction of the deck the club has. It  was pitch black  except for the street lights of Barcelona, so I didn't see anybody else there.
I sigh, placing my hands on the cold rails, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill. I hear, a faint sniffle and I look to my left to see a figure smoking a cigarette. Funny, I didn't even notice I wasn't alone. I squint my eyes, beginning to recognize who it was.

"Neymar?" I call out.

"Oh hey..." He smiles sadly.

"How are you feeling?" I ask.
"Could be better. Want one?" He asks pulling out a box of cigarettes. I nod. He tosses the pack to me and I catch it with my left hand. I open it and take out the toxic stick and a lighter and bring the cigarette to my lips.

"do you smoke often?" I ask.

"No, I barely do. I guess today was just one of those days. You?"

"same." I reply simply.We stand there for quite some time, just trying to huff and puff away all of our problems, but fail miserably.

"Let's go get some drinks." I offer this time, not giving a fuck about anything at this point.

"Let's" he replies. We walk over to the bar.

"To moving on."  He says raising his glass.

"To moving on."

A/N:Don't worry, this is just the beginning, there will be a lot more drama ;)