Don't Forget My Name(Neymar)

Chapter 11- Getting over you

I know, this is a poorly written chapter, I guess this is a filler type chapter? I don't know but please check it out if you want. Give me a comment, vote, yes.

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Belle ignored the laughter, yelling, or any bit of noise signifying fun that was coming from the 1st level of her house. She left the party officially once she saw Neymar with his date. An odd dull pain in her stomach has been irritating her all evening and the heartache only made it worse.

"Princess Belle." A boy with fairly white skin walked outside with two red cups. Her eyes were so blurry that she didn't realize who it was until after a few frantic blinks. "Oh, Kelvin." She sighed at her ex boyfriend unintentionally.

"Why so glum? You're party is insane!" As he stepped closer, he could see her puffy eyes and red face. "Why are you crying?"

She shook her head, not wanting to confess to someone who she had no business talking to in the first place, but stopped soon once she saw his drinks. Suddenly her throat became really dry.

A smile formed on his face as she began to reach for one of the cups.

"What is it?" She sniffed it slightly and shuddered. Kelvin shrugged and saying he didn't know either, "it's good though."

"Okay?" She held it in the air first before placing her lips on the cup. "Well, bottoms up."

The cool liquid slid down her throat and burned intensely. The taste was so strong and she could feel her stomach start to churn slowly.

"This shit is terrible!"

"It will help you feel better." His voice was slowly becoming inaudible.

She began blinking her eyes multiple times but they kept getting more fogged.

"I'm so dizzy."

"Let's get you to laying down then." He guided her gently to her room and layed her on her bed. Panic suddenly filled her body as she felt her dress sliding off.

"Wha-what?!"

"Shh, relax."

Her mouth was dry and she felt as if there was no more energy left in her body to speak. No sounds were made, just the grunting Kelvin made as he moved over Belle's body.

"Hey!" He growled loud enough for her to understand. "I thought you were a virgin?!"

Before she could tell him that she lost it to Neymar, he back handed her hard in the face. The stinging was strong enough to make her eyes water.

"You hoe!"

"What the hell! Get off her!!" Another voice yelled and within seconds, she could feel herself being pulled away and into someones arms. She looked up and focused her eyes on the face.

"Neymar?" She mumbled.

"Yes, Littlefoot." He whispered in her ear. "You're safe now."

"Oh Neymar." she wrapped her arms tightly.

Neymar grunted as her partially nude body pressed hard against him. He couldn't help but notice his growing member, but he had no control. She was so soft and he loved how she felt in his arms.

"B-Belle. Maybe you should put your dress back on."

Her face turned a light pink color as she looked down at her body. "Oh, yes. Right."

As she slipped on her dress, she sat on the side of her bed, hoping Neymar would join her. He stepped in front of her and looked down at her face. A bluish tint in the side of her face began to puff. "Did he hit you!?!" He boomed loudly that his voice nearly shook the picture frames on her nightstand.