The Delivery Girl (Neymar Jr)

Chapter 37

2 days later

I haven't seen him in 2 days. After that day at the diner, he is.. different. When I send him messages he only replies with short simple thing's like 'ok' or 'that's good', words that kill my buzz when I text him.

I am currently signing papers for an apartment.

"You like it?" the landlord asked before I could sign anything.

"Yeah. It's perfect" I exclaimed. It has one bedroom with a walk-in bathroom. It comes furnished, a couch, a bed, even comes with a rug that say's 'Welcome' sitting by the door.

"Will you be the only one living here?" she asked. "Yes" I answered.

"Do you have any concerns?" she asked. I have always had the urge to ask this question when I move in to my own place, well apartment.

"Just one" I started. She nodded for me to continue. "Has anyone died in here?" I asked. I never want to live in a place where someone has died, it creeps me the fück out.

"Oh dear, no. I would've told you the second we stepped foot in here" she said, quite shocked to my question.

"Where do I sign?" I exclaimed happily.

I finished signing the papers then we left the apartment.

"Here's your key. You can move in whenever you want" she smiled. "I hope you settle in comfortably" she added.

"Thank you very much. I am looking forward to moving in" I returned the smile.

"Goodbye Miss Garcia" she waved. "See ya" I waved.

3 days later

Today is the day I have chosen to move in to my new apartment and I can't wait.

I have my bags packed and ready to go, placed by the door. I loved staying here, this is the first place I came to when I first arrived here, in Barcelona. The people here are very kind and helpful. I will remember this place forever.

A knock at the door catches my attention from the huge window, showing the beautiful view I'm used to seeing every morning.

"Just over here, thank you" I said to the helper. He nodded and picked up my bags. I took the two small luggage bags with me down the elevator.

"Bye" I said to the receptionist, Paula, after a good chat.

"See you Miss Garcia" she smiled. We've gotten to know each other these passed days. She's the same age as me and has a beautiful baby boy. He is two years old and surprisingly quiet.

There is a cab waiting outside for me and we place the luggage in the trunk of the car.

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"That comes to $46.98" the cashier said as she's chewing gum. I find it annoyingly irritating when someone is talking to you while chewing gum. The sound of them chewing annoys the hell out of me.

I have been angrier lately, mostly because of my damn period, ugh.

"Thanks" I said rudely then stalked off, pushing the trolley with me to the cab waiting for me. I placed the shopping bags in the trunk then sat in the back.

I paid the driver then took a few shopping bags at a time, I just can't carry it all at once.

"Thank you" I smiled when I grabbed the last few bags, bringing them inside.

Next afternoon

It's almost been a week since the last time I had seen Neymar. I guess he just doesn't want anything to do with me.. but why?

Their last game before christmas comes around is tomorrow and he hasn't talked to me about it. I'm still unsure if I should go to work or have the day off to go to the game. I really want to go to the game but I feel that I'm not wanted there.

I pull out my phone and flick a text to Gil. Maybe we can meet up and chat. I haven't spoken to him since.. that time when he left with his girlfriend at the stadium.

text to Gil: "Hey Gil, can we meet up?"

text from Gil: "Yeah. What's up?"

text to Gil: "Meet me at the café near Hotel Grande in 10 minutes"

I got up and had a 5 minute shower. I changed into black jeans and a navy blue tank top. I slipped on my white flats then tied my hair up in a high bun. I grabbed my bag then headed out the door.

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"How have you been?" he asked once he sat down opposite me.

"Good" I half lied. "You?" I asked.

"Good" he nodded. "Are you going to the game tomorrow?" he asked.

"Uh.. I don't know-" I started. "What? You have to go! It's the last game before christmas comes around" he outbursts.

"It's just.. I don't know" I sighed and looked down at my coffee.

"Hey" he cooed. "What's up?" he asked curiously.

I stay silent, thinking about what is wrong with me. I should be happy. I have my own apartment, finally.

"It's him, isn't it?" he breaks the silence between us.

"What? who?" I said, feeling confused at who he's referring to.

"Neymar. It's him, isn't it?" he asked, his eyes burning into mine to find the asnwer. I sighed and nodded.

"How did you know?" I asked. "He's not the same. He doesn't go out anymore. He goes to training then comes back home straight after. He doesn't talk much anymore" he pauses. "What happened?" he asked.

"I honestly don't know" I started. A confused expression placed across his face. "When I went to the diner with Neymar and Dani, thing's were going fine between us. I went outside for a bit because I had to take a call then when I went back in, he said we were leaving then walked right passed me" I sighed. I still haven't figured out why he acted so... cold to me.

He seems to be thinking about what I just said. "Well, something must've happened while you were gone" he stated. I shrugged. "I'll talk to him about it. Meanwhile, you get yourself ready for the game tomorrow because I'm going to take you" he demands.

"I don't--" "You're coming, no excuses Maria. I'll pick you up, 7:30" he demanded and leaves me in my thoughts.

I'm going, I conclude.