Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

-2.2- Outbursts and Switchblades

"and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."

-Philippians 2:11

"I'm confused." I comment, observing the cuts on his face, and his arms. "How did you get here without being followed?" I ask with a light hearted chuckle. Molly had decided to let me have my space as we weren't close like we used to. Like she said, we tried to force something that had been gone for many years. Plus, I needed my space, I was forcing myself upon people because I was afraid of being alone.

I was in my villa with Neymar, while we ate Lays, sitting cross legged on the floor. As if this were normal.

As if we had never skipped a beat.

"I-I picked up my fifth yellow this morning, so I'm suspended against Athletic Bilbao. Clean slate for el clasìco." He put his hand out but his face scrunched in pain. I automatically reached out to aide him but I refrained.

It's your emotions talking.

"I'm fine." He strained a smile and he studied my face. "Are you fine?" Neymar asked, probably taking notice of my puffy eyelids and reddened cheeks.

Oh and he probably knows everything that happened.

"Come on; I was torn when you broke my heart." I blurted out, and he smiled sadly. "How much more would I be when my boyfriend cheats on me with my best friend who happens to be dating my brother?" I laughed bitterly. Neymar lingered, observing me from an angle.

"Something else happened, no?" He inquired as I hugged my knees to my chest. I pouted, feeling the want to spit. All of last night was enough to anger me.

"Why does that concern you? How did you even find me?" I snapped at him. "Why are you even here?"

I was supposed to be alone, deciding in peace until this one decided to show up and mess that all up. How did I know that nobody followed him or that he wasn't just trying me in my moment of vulnerability? Even if what Molly told me was true, Shane was trying to propose too.

And that was last night...

This was too sudden, even the thought of us being friends when he was still with her. My ex, who did the same thing to me, to a lesser extent, was in the same room as me. Eating chips.

Talking like old friends.

Which we never were.

"Ana," he calls me, "Ana." I turn my nose up at him, my chest heaving up in down in remembrance of last night. "Ana." Neymar gently turns my head towarda him with both hands, and my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. I look like a hot mess right now. I so badly wanted to tell him that several careers were at stake, that it would be best if he just forgot about me and never returned. To let me fall from grace alone.

But obviously I couldn't achieve that, not with all of this going on.

Especially with his hands on my face like so.

"I went looking, even though Andrew wanted to." Neymar mutters. "Cause I care about you, still. After so many years."

I inhale sharply as he tells me this.

"That's great and all but--" I croak, feeling hot tears pour out of my eyes. "Neymar, you don't want to get close to me again." I shook my head, swallowing a lump in my throat as I wanted to--

No, that's rebound talk going on inside your head.

Neymar let go of my face, his eyes flickering to the floor.