Unexpected Love

Chapter 19

Catalina.

You'd think that losing a game such as El Clasico would dampen a team's spirit.

Not these Barcelona guys.

These guys didn't even look too phased. Maybe they experienced this too many times. Maybe the animosity leading into the game is over. Maybe they just left everything in the game. Maybe they're celebrating because three of their teammates got into the Ballon D'or Top Ten.

Or I guess maybe they wouldn't turn down an opportunity to turn up.

"It was close until this clown over here decided to ram into Marcelo," Andres commented, gesturing to Busquets who raised his arms in defence, when I asked him about the game,"Anyway that's over."

I found myself in a long sleeved, scooped neck white dress, it was some spandex like material that was oddly comfortable and which came mid thigh for me.

Damn me and my freakish height.

With my curls half up, half down and lips devil red, I was sitting in a very posh looking night club close to the Bernabeu with Sara and Emma. Cora was surprisingly nowhere to be found along with half of the Madrid team including Cristiano.

The other half of Real was in another part of the club I couldn't see mingling with their partners and the Barcelona team.

Don't get me wrong, I love the team but Iker reserved the booth for us, because he quote on quote wanted to be away from any drama.

The party looked like if it was invite only because I recognized some of these people and they were either really important or they were noted spanish socialites.

"I guess people don't like turning down free drinks," Emma whispered giggling and gesturing to Bartra who was downing shots as if they were water. His friends were egging him on and a woman, I'm guessing who is his girlfriend, looked at him with a disapproving face. He finished the last shot on the tray and raised his arms as if he landed the perfect gymnastic flip.

"Someone better watch him carefully because Marcelo said he becomes a ninja dancer when he's drunk," I said making Emma laugh.

The song changed to a more
fast paced tempo one, which got everybody to their feet and on the dance floor except Emma, Sara and I.

Cora finally appeared looking thoroughly annoyed, her sequined dress riding up her thigh making Sara yank it down into place for her.

"Thanks Sara," Cora muttered graciously, sitting down in the lounge cubicle with us,"That idiot bouncer wouldn't let me in. That's why I'm so damn late. I could've started a scene until Clarice came to get me and cleared everything up with him."

"Where is Clarice? Where is Karim and the rest of the guys?" Emma asked

"That's what Clarice wanted to know, she's trying to call them so she's outside away from the noise. Dani said they should've been here by now. I texted Karim and he said they'd be here in a few....that was 45 minutes ago." Cora huffed, straightening her brown hair. Emma patted her sympathetically on the shoulder.

"Catalina," Sara murmured.

"Yes hun?"

"Why is he staring at you?" She whispered, looking at the bar.

I followed her eyes and found myself staring right back at Neymar, who was sitting with Munir and Rafinha. He smirked at me, hazel eyes dancing, he raised his glass slightly to acknowledge me, I gave him a small smile and returned my attention to Sara who looked uneasy.

"I don't know," I mouthed back to her.

"I don't like the look on his face. He looks like he's scheming." Sara said, accepting the drink from the waiter.