Whatever We Are

Chapter 2

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. "Ugghh shut up!" I yelled and pressed the snooze button. I slowly got up and rubbed my eyes. Today Marc was going to take me to Camp Nou. I went to the bathroom, did my normal routine, and then went back to my closet to see what to wear.

I decided on wearing an off-shoulder tshirt along with ripped jeans and converse. I put my hair up in a ponytail and applied some mascara before going downstairs towards the kitchen.

I was about to enter the kitchen when I heard some shuffling going on in there. What the hell?! Who got into my house without me knowing? Maybe Marc was here. But instead, I got Neymar.

"Neymar? What are you doing here?" I asked confused.

"Good morning to you too, Princess." He replied back with a smirk on his face. I ignored him and went to the fridge and got out milk. I ate some cereal and then washed my bowl before going the living room. Neymar was comfortably sitting on the couch, watching TV. Wow, he didn't even tell me why he was here. Oh, well who cares. WAIT! I DO!

I sat next to him and reached my back pocket for my phone, when I realized that I left it upstairs. I got up and was about to leave when Neymar asked, "Where are you going?"

I looked at him with a poker face and replied, "Oh, sorry, didn't anyone tell you?  I died last week.  Very tragic, I was so young.  Anyway, tonight's the wake and you know how that gets.  I would have invited you, but you had that dinner with your friends and I didn't want to be rude."

Neymar stared back at me with a poker face. We did that for like 2 minutes before we burst out laughing. "That was a good one, DJ." Neymar said while I was walking upstairs and I gave him a peace sign.

After I got my phone, I walked back downstairs and saw that Marc and Neymar were having a staring competition. As soon as they heard my footsteps, Marc looked up and asked, "What is he doing here?" Geez, what's wrong with them.

"To be totally honest, I have no idea." I replied back.

Neymar looked at me and asked, "Ohhh are you sure you don't know why I'm here?" He wiggled his eyebrows, which pissed me off.

"You remind me of the ocean - You make me sick!" I yelled at Neymar and threw a cushion at his face.

"Hmm so we're playing hard to get, huh?" Neymar replied cocking his head to one side. "You are not an easy person to get along with." He joked.

"I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to see it my way." I snapped back at him and then looked at Marc.

"Yo come on Marcy, we have to go." I got up and signalled Marc to follow me out the door. "Hey, donkey. You better get your scrawny little ass off my couch and get to Camp Nou too." I said to Neymar, who stood up and went towards his Audi.

I got in Marc's car along with him and we started heading towards the Camp Nou.

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"That is so not fair! You cheated!" I yelled at Neymar once I got out of Marc's car. Me and Marc raced Neymar to Camp Nou and well, he won.

"What can I say? I'm better than you." Neymar said and stuck his tongue out at me.

"Oh really? This coming from the one who fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down." I remarked. Marc burst out laughing and I couldn't help but smile.

Neymar gasped out loud and put his hand on his chest, "Did you just call The Neymar Jr ugly?"

I shrugged at put my hands on my hips, "I guess I did, The Neymar Jr."

"Oh, you messed with the wrong guy, princess..." Neymar slowly crept towards me. Oh shit. Before I realized what I was doing, I ran towards the stadium and into the hallway where the locker rooms were. I heard Neymar and Marc's footsteps behind me.

"Hey DJ!" I heard Marc, but I didn't stop. "I got him! Don't worry!" And then I heard a shriek that sounded like a girl followed by "What the fuck Neymar!" Yea, thanks Marc. You so got Neymar. I thought sarcastically.

I ran as fast as I could untill I found the locker room where the boys change and stuff. I quickly got inside, not caring that half of the team were shirtless, and sprinted at the very back where the showers were.

"Whoa, kiddo what's wrong?" Leo Messi asked as I ran past him.

"Oh God, Lord, Jesus Christ please let me live! I'm too young to die! Don't let this happen to me! I don't even have a boyfriend yet!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I hid in one of the showers, panting hard. Damn, this guy is going to kill me. I mean like, what's the big deal? I only called him ugly--Ohhhhhh.

Just then I heard Neymar running towards the shower and I got as close to the walls as I could. Neymar was opening every shower and looking inside. Oh, God no.

Just then, my shower opened and Neymar grinned at me. Oh i'm going to die. I haven't even told Marc that I was the one who put hair dye in his shampoo, not his dog! I have to tell people so many things!

"Well well well....it's about time I take revenge...." Neymar said as he got closer.

I'm screwed.