Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

-1.4 Part 1- Trapped in an Elevator

"“Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, And whose hope is the Lord."

Jeremiah 17:7

-1.4 Part 1- Trapped in an Elevator

This chapter is subject to being edited cause I'm still iffy about the end!

       John's gaze was menacing, yet oddly enough, it didn't phase me as much as it was intended to. It was just the fact that so much at once was going on. The voices of Lucas, Denilson, Zeze, and whoever else melted far off. My back was against the wall, and my hands felt around the walls behind me.

"Senhora," Denilson greeted suggestively as he stopped to give me a curt nod, "looking as beautiful as ever." He winked, and I scrunched up my face in disgust. John gave him a pleasant look before dismissing them with a wave.

Lucas looked at me up and down while biting his lips, making me sneer in more disgust. John waited for them to be far away enough before he resumed speaking.

"You didn't expect this, did you?" His hands folded behind his back, and I turned up my nose in refusal to answer him. "That's not going to work. I won't take your silence." He stepped towards me, making me tense up visibly. My heart was thumping rapidly within me.

"I thought Barça put you away." My tone was harsh, and my facial expression was stern.

"Nothing's changed, I see. Still riding on that entitlement of being known only as Neymar's bitter ex girlfriend."

Ouch.

Ouch, that one actually stung.

"Nobody's entitled, nobody's bitter, now answer my question Algoro!" I started towards him, he didn't front, leaving us face to face. "What's it this time?" I laughed bitterly.

"Alana, I was hoping to get along." I looked down to see a hand extended out, his brittle one. My eyes trailed back up to his feigned look of innocence look on his face. "I won't tell anybody this time." I bit my lip, not believing his words for one minute.

John wasn't done with me after breaking up with Neymar, for two months he tried to make my life miserable, until I finally had it with him. Not caring whether or not he was going to expose my secret, dressing up as Andrew, I told Lucho that John was harassing me, then Lucho told who told Bartomeu, who arranged a meeting with the board, who fired Algoro after him working with Barça for more than 20 years.

John was furious, but furious wasn't the best way to describe it. It was unexplainable, his fury. He went and told Lucho everything, starting with the day I conceived the idea to come to Barcelona, hoping that Luis Enrique would expose me dressing up as Andrew to the press. Andrew then told Lucho about the stalking John had done, and instantly John backed down.

I had managed to block out every single thought of him, every semblance of that horrid pea coat, and every word until now.

"Well, if you don't want to shake my hand now, you'll certainly be shaking it tomorrow." John said proudly.

"Why would that be, huh? Stalking me, again?!" My finger trembled as I struggled to hold it up to his face.

"Oh Alana," he shook his head, "well, since we both work for the national team; I'd thought it be best to get along now."

My eyes shot open, and my breath hitched in my throat.

John...works...for...the national team now?!

"Since when?!" I gasped, putting my hands over my gaping mouth. All he replied was a dry chuckle, and he motioned his hands in a way that resembled a balance. "First it was Zico cheating, now it's you!" John smiled with amusement.