Bitter

Chapter 3

The cookies had cooled and Neymar and I started eating them while he told me how in 2010, he wanted to be apart of the World Cup but he didn't get selected.

"I was so bummed out that I didn't get chosen. I thought I would. But when I didn't I was sad. It was my dream to hold up the cup for Brazil." He took a bite of the cookie. "But then this year, I came down to Brazil for the holidays and wanting to be on Selçâo. So I was sitting on the couch with my family and friends surrounding me. We were all watching the announcement, and the when Scolari said my name, I was so happy and proud of myself."

"You're still happy about that." I said taking in what he said.

He nodded. "There's just something about representing your country. It's such a good feeling." He said.

"I see." I nodded.

"You must've been happy for David as he made it on the team as well." He smiled.

I softly smiled. "Yes. I was. Am. He's my brother and my brother's doing something he loves, how can I not be happy."

"So you do smile." He winked and then laughed.

That made me laugh a bit.

"Oh and you laugh too. My, that's a first." He laughed.

"Wow, you sure know how to make a girl feel conscious about herself." I said rolling my eyes.

He looked at me like he was a kid caught stealing candy.

"That was a joke." I rolled my eyes and picked up another cookie.

"Well we need to work on that." He joked. "By the way, these cookies are amazing. Whenever I'm hungry I'm coming to you."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah right." I looked at him. "I only bake when I want to."

He scoffed picking up another cookie. "A.k.a in the middle of the night." He smirked.

"Right." I rolled my eyes. I cleared my throat and stood up off the stool. I went over to the coffee table in the living room where I left my phone. Beast followed me.

I grabbed it to see a missed call from Phoebe back in Toronto. She's who I left in charge while I'm here.

I called her back. "Hello?"

"Hi, it's me. You called?" I said sitting on the couch. Beast crawled in my life.

"Ms. Luiz. Yes I did. I just needed to give you the heads up. You need to attend a photoshoot happening the day after tomorrow, so Wednesday. It's for one of the teams that Nike is sponsoring for the World Cup." She said.

"Why do I need to be there?" I asked closing my eyes and taking a breath. I absentmindedly was petting him.

"Consultation. Making sure everything is worn right and the brand is represented right." She explained.

"Alright thanks. Just email me the details. Will Sierra need to be there?" I asked.

"No, Ms. Martin does not need to be there." She answered.

"Alright then. Thanks for the heads up." I said.

"No problem, take care Ms. Luiz." She said.

"You too, Phoebe." I then hung up.

I sighed and laid back on the couch. There was a blanket there so I covered myself and beast with it. It was pretty soft.

"Hey, what's up?" Neymar came in and sat beside me on the couch.

"Nothing." I gave him a straight face.

"So I was wondering if-" the ringing of my phone cut him off.