Find me

16.

I had gotten so anxious that I kept walking here and there, the length of all corridors, room to room, not settling anywhere. I reached the bathrooms and thought about going in but decided against that due to some reason. Bathroom only made me uncomfortable now. I turned and paced towards a different direction until I felt a violent tug on my arm. 

"Stop."

It took my vision a few seconds to focus after the abrupt stop and there he was, the person I was trying to run away from, my arm in his death grasp. My heart started going up and I could feel the heat reach my cheeks as I saw the expression on his face. "Where are you running to?" He asked.

I wish I knew. "I was getting back from the washroom."

His eyes didn't move. "What the hell are you trying to do?" His voice went an octave deeper.

"Please, let go of my arm."I said to him as I was legit in pain from the grip.

"Answer me first." 

"Calm down, please. I didn't do anything that would upset you, I promise." I whimpered whilst trying to free my arm. I could feel the blood stopping in my veins. But his emotions didn't change by my words.

"Oh really. You walked out of HIS car wearing HIS shirt. Honestly, that is more than enough to upset me." he snarled.

"First, I don't see how it is your business in any way  and second, I have no intentions to do it again so you're safe there." I fired. His attitude was getting the best of me.

Just then, someone called for Neymar from the field.

"I need to talk to you later. I'll take you with me after my training is over" he said and let go of my arm with a jerk. He turned, took a step and turned back again," Stay away from Marc." And then he fled off to the field.

***

I wondered what it was about Marc that made Neymar so angry. I could think he was jealous or insecure. But what if it was more than that. I didn't know either of them that well to judge anything. 

Anyway, I did all my work for today which was surprisingly less tiring and went to a food stand to get something to eat. And soon after finishing my sandwich, I ran into Marc. I do not know why I hadn't anticipated that at all. "Hey." he said to me. He was still in his training gear. My eyes searched signs of Neymar and found none.

"Hi." I faked a big smile for god knows why.

"You disappeared in an instant today morning." he said. I hadn't thought of an excuse because I was stupid enough to not anticipate this situation. But I just said the first thing that came to my mind. "I really needed to go to the washroom. So, I just ran for it. Sorry."

"Oh. That's okay. Anyways, are you done today?"

"Yeah."

"Do you need me to drop you off?" He asked. It was so sweet of him.

"Oh no thanks, Marc. I have a ride. But thank you so much. Like, for everything." I said.

"No problem." he said but his eyes were uncertain. I  made an excuse and quickly evacuated out of the situation before he could engage me into a life-long conversation. I jogged back to the main ground area. In my absolute clumsiness, whilst I ran without looking, I banged straight into a body. I recovered in a second and saw Rafinha standing in front of me, holding his arm. Rafinha had recently suffered a wrist injury in his right arm, just this saturday in the match against Levante.

"Lo siento." I apologized calmly and genuinely. He gave me a suppressed smile and an assuring nod that everything's fine. I was relieved. "Where are you running off to, anyway?" He asked.