Don't Forget My Name(Neymar)

Chapter 14- Break my stride

Hi guys! Sorry for the lack of updates lately. I have been getting ready for college(I start the 19th) and I went of vacation for a little bit. I want you all to understand that I am not avoiding writing. I love to write and I will still write and update as frequent as I can when I go to college. Anyway, about the story.. I am sad to say that I will be ending this book real soon. This is one of my favorite stories ever! I really hope you enjoy it as much as I write it. Anyway, enjoy.

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Neymar paced back and forth throughout his living room. Anger and other unexplained emotions spun around his head, but for what? Why was he angry? That, he didn't know. Something inside him made him so angry towards Belle. So angry that he wanted to storm back at her house and back hand her. Of course he would never go as far as to strike a woman, he was raised better than that.

There was just something that left him immensely angry this afternoon. Not knowing what it was that left him angry, only made him more angry and tempted him to fall in a psychotic frenzy.

"Damn you Belle!" His large fist slammed against the marble counter top, knocking over empty cups and silverware in the process. Water trickled down the edge of the counter and onto the floor softly and quietly. He could almost feel the burning sensation of lust from Belle's sweet lips.

Andre popped his knuckles as he watched his friend on the verge of a manic episode. "Can I spit some knowledge?"

"No." Neymar answered flatly, keeping his eyes off of Andre. Sure, he probably had a reason where all this hidden anger came from, but he didn't feel like being advised.

"Come on, brother. This girl has you destroyed."

"Destroyed how? "

He sat up in his chair with hopeful eyes that Neymar might receive an earful and that it would stay in his head and rather not in one ear and out the other. "You've been crazy for this girl since you were 17. You tried to fall out, but you knew it wouldn't work." He finished his statement with a smirk. "You're angry because you feel as though you aren't in control with your emotions when it comes to her."

Neymar blushed slightly and turned on his heel so that his back would be facing Andre. "Bullshit."

"No bullshit!" Andre scoffed. "If it weren't for me sitting here, this whole place would be destroyed due to emotional stress."

"I'm not in love with her!"

"I never said that." He challenged Neymar greatly. This was the only way to let out his anger before he hurt someone. "You say you don't care, no?"

"Nope."

Andre stepped out of his chair and walked into the kitchen. In one of the drawers, Andre hid a bear that Neymar kept in his room. He knew that he would use it as bait in this very situation. "So, I can take this.." he studied the tattered bear and held it out. "Ugly thing and chop it up?"

He hesitated before swallowing hard and saying "I wouldn't care."

Without another word, Andre took a sharp knife and cut off the arm of the bear. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Neymar flinch. His plan was working, so now he had to step it up another level.

"You know Neymar.." Andre was now slowly circling around the tall man, keeping steady eye contact. "I don't blame you for falling out of love with that hoe."

Neymar's eyes widened slightly but he kept his mouth shut.

"She was nothing but a whore, a dirty birdy. " Andre continued.

"Shut up." Neymar spoke through grit teeth. "Don't say that."

"She played you." His voice grew louder slightly. "She didn't care about you!"

"Shut up!!"

"You were a toy! A play thing! A whore's play thing!!"

"FUCK YOU!!!!" Neymar roared before launching in Andre's direction quickly. They stumbled on the ground until Neymar was on top and throwing a couple of good hits in his face. "Get off!" Andre yelled. Neymar pulled himself off and breathed heavily as an attempt to calm down.

"Do you know how it feels?!" Neymar croaked. "To love someone who doesn't love you back?!"

"I-I wouldn't know."

"Exactly."

Neymar stormed passed him and grabbed his car keys. He needed to be out of here. Away from problems. From reality.

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"No look." Aspen hovered over her picture so Neymar couldn't see it yet. Obviously the picture was for him, since she has been glancing at him while giggling for the passed 2 minutes.

"Ok here!" She handed him a peice of paper with a picture of a man with crazy hair. Neymar chuckled loudly, knowing it was for him. "Look at this artist!" He cooed. "Its wonderful."

"You're invited."

"Invited? To what?"

She blew a curly lock off her face and quietly groaned once it fell back in her face. "My birffday."

"How old are you turning? 18?"

"No!" She giggled slightly. "Three!"

He put his hands in front of him as defense. "Ok, ok Little One."

"You're my best friend Neymar." Aspen said, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. She sounded so much like Belle that he had to double take. Warmth fluttered through his heart causing him to smile. "Forever, LittleFoot." He mumbled.