Don't Forget My Name(Neymar)

Chapter 10- Festa de Debutante.

**AUTHORS NOTE***

NO! This is not the end of the story.. I know I said that I was going to have only 10 chapters but I can't end it so abruptly just because I want it to end at a specific chapter. I want everything to play out so right now, I don't know how many chapters it will be. This one may be short or long..I don't know, I am a spontaneous writer. I have ideas and just write whatever comes to my mind. Anyway! I hope you all like this. Comment, vote, aye(: Love me, love me.

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*2 years ago*

Neymar bit his lip and fiddled with him pencil, doing homework was never his specialty and it didn't help that Belle was so distracting. She was to beautiful and you couldn't just simply glance at her.

"Hey Littlefoot?" He mumbled.

"Mmm?"

As an attempt to get his mind off his homework, he decided to be random. "Have you had a Quince?"

Belle crinkled her nose slightly. "Hell no. Ma's making me have a debutante when I'm 19 though."

"A debutante?" Neymar scoffed. "I can't see you doing that. "

"I know, but I want to make my mother happy."

Shifting on his side, he kicked her books to the side causing her to give a joking glare. "I'll be there to make it bareable for you." He chuckled softly. "What's your theme?"

"You better! It's a masquerade, so promise! "

"Promi--"

"Even if you're sick!"

"Ok Bel--"

"Even if you're in the hospital! Those hospital beds have wheels! There's your transportation!!"

Neymar sighed inwardly and tried not to laugh. She was so serious, almost like she didn't trust him on not being able to go because of training.

"I promise, Isabelle Torres, that I will go to your debutante. Even if I am on my death bed. I wouldn't miss it for the world." Neymar placed a hand on his chest and had his other hand in the air.

"Good." She huffed while crossing her arms. "That morning I'm going to be all busy trying to get beautiful. "

"You already are beautiful. " He cursed himself for thinking out loud and felt the blush come on his cheeks. "You'll only look more beautiful. "

This made Belle's face flush as well. "You think?"

"I know.."

He couldn't help but avert his eyes from hers. The awkwardness in the room was far to large, and the anxious lump in his throat only grew. "I think its getting late." He finally said. Belle nodded once and helped him get his stuff together.

"Talk to you later. " he sighed.

"Neymar." His feet stopped its movement at the sound of her silky voice. "Don't forget your promise. "

"I won't, Belle."

(★)

Neymar grumbled to himself and his inner pride. Half of his heart says to see Belle at her party, but the other says a promise is meant to be kept amongst friends, which him and Belle were no longer. Then again, what heart? His heart practically deteriorated from the constant heartbreak. A large sigh escaped his mouth, he no longer loved her, and that was the hardest part to accept. However, a promise is a promise.

(★)

Belle examined herself carefully making sure every hair was in place and that not a smudge was visible under her eyes due to her sob session earlier. She knew Neymar wasn't going to show up, and he was the only boy she had in mind for an escort.