Strings Attached // Neymar Jr. Ft Marc Barta

☓ Chapter Twenty

Seeing Marc with another made me sick. I know I'm basically doing the same with him and Neymar but still! I'm such a hypocrite... Thoughts rush through my head as I glare at Marc and his brunette date.

"Is something wrong?" A voice says, interrupting me from my thoughts. I look over to see a worried Neymar. My heart melts seeing how concerned he is.

"No, no. Excuse me, Im going to the restroom." I say, and rush out of the VIP section. I placed my hand over my mouth in hopes to conceal my sobs. I turn the corner, making sure no one is watching.

Instead of going to the bathroom, I walk towards the exit. I'm not planning on ditching Neymar, I'll come back once I'm calm.

I open the door and the fall breeze hits my face. I take a deep breath, and I let myself burst into tears.

I feel like I'm being a player. I know Neymar loves me and I'm sure Marc doesn't love me. What's so hard for me to comprehend? I don't know. I

"It wasn't supposed to be like this." I sob to myself.

"I know." I gasp at the voice. It was the voice of the man I was in tears about.
I didn't even bother to turn around, I was too ashamed that I was crying when I knew well that I deserved this.

"Seems like you've moved on." I said hastily. I know I shouldn't be mad but it fucking hurts.

"I could say the same thing to you." He replied, making me sigh.

He walks over to me and sits next to me, but doesn't touch me. Great , he hates me now.

"What's her name?" I ask.

"Melissa." He says, smiling. I bet he's never smiled like that over my name.
I just nod my head, which is currently pounding due to stress.

"Are you mad?" He asks.
"Truthfully,yes. Why would you go fucking around with other girls if you-" I say but quickly shut up. The words slipped out of my mouth before I knew it.

Marc's face grows cold.
"How dare you say that shit when you're doing the same thing, and worse! Pinche hipócrita! (Fucking hypocrite) "

His words hurt, but it's the absolute truth. I can't do this any longer.
His thoughts beat mine and soon enough he confirms them:

"You know what? I don't want to do this anymore." He sighs, rubbing his temples before rising to his feet and opening the door of the restaurant.

"Marc! But I love you!" 

"The word love shouldn't be used so lightly. Especially when you used it with me. " I hear a voice say. Oh shit.

"Neymar..."

Cliffhanger again! I know but thank you guys for all the votes and continue to vote! I'll try to update quicker than last time (I took like 1 month lol) but I was kind of lost on what else to do w this story but Guess what? I'm back on track bitches!