Unfixable // Neymar Jr

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I sat back down confidentially, and Abram looked at me weirdly.
"I thought you wanted to go back home?" He asked and I smiled shaking my head.
"I'm fine. We'll stay." I said and his face lit up.
I wasn't ruining my night for Neymar. I think he has already saw ME and that was confirmed when a waitress came up to me and handed me a tissue.
"It's from Mr.Da Silva over there," he whispered in my ear and pointed at where Neymar was busy with his phone. I nodded with a 'thanks'.
"What is it?" Abram asked.
"No, just asking if I still decided not to take the salad I cancelled on." I lied and he nodded.
I looked at the tissue and read what's scribbled on there.
'Are you following me around the world? -_-'
I clenched my fists in annoyance.
"Abram, can use that pen please?" I asked politely and he nodded handling me the pen in the pocket of his suit.
I wrote on the tissue,
'Oh...I thought that was your job? ~_~'
I called a waitress and ordered to give it to him. I laughed as I watched Neymar's face turn from happy into angry.
"So Abram, how is your love life going?" I asked looking away from Neymar.
"Well, nothing new but I have eyes for a girl," he winked and I giggled.
"Interesting... Who's she?"
"I'll tell you who she is tomorrow, she works with us." His eyes went dreamy and I aww'ed.
"I bet she's hella fine."
"Oh hell she is."
"Right, next week we're going on a trip to Brazil, it's for work but also for fun, I'd want you to come,"
"I'd rather not," I said as my dark side started to invade. I suddenly felt weird and unprotected. Since when do I go out with new ''friends''? New?! Friends?! Oh hell no!
I stood up quickly.
"What's wrong Hazel?" He asked concerned and I shook my head violently.
"Nothing, I need fresh air." I snapped and walked outside to the terrace.
Breath. Focus on breathing. 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3..2..1
I felt a little calmer as my breathing got steady again and my tensed muscles relaxed.
I looked at the high mountains this restaurant viewed and it calmed me a lot.
I was so into the amazing view that I shrieked when I felt two hand on my bare shoulders. My body automatically went into defence mood and I turned around slapping whoever it was across the face. Shit.
"OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" Neymar growled holding his cheek.
"Oh God, I'm sorry." I extended my hand to touch his cheek but quickly pulled away. No.
"Sorry won't heal my swollen cheek!" He snapped pissing me off.
"Ice will. And next time talk you fucking creep." I snapped and turned around
"I think you owe me a lot." He groaned and stood next to me.
"I owe you nothing."
"For this slap and for making me hate you. I do." He spat and I felt my breath hitch up in my throat.
"B-best thing I heard today." Fuck it. I hate him.
"Says your broken voice." He rolled his eyes and mine went wide. I grabbed his shoulder turning him to me. 3..2..1. SLAP on the other cheek. I turned away leaving him shocked and went inside heading to Abram. No one says I'm weak, no one.
"Take me back home." I said and he nodded getting up and walked next to me outside I saw Neymar standing outside with his hand in his hair. His vision was far away. We passed him and got in the car.
So many thoughts ran into my mind as Abram stared driving away. I hate being called weak. I am fucking not.
~
I groaned as Justin snored on the couch.
I went straight to him and leaned closer to his ear,
"Baby," I said softly but he didn't budge.
"JUSTIN BIEBER!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs in his ear. He shot up quickly and I smirked.
"Get your ass ready you have work." I said grabbing my keys and clutch as he cursed me and got up. I laughed and got into the car I bought before coming here. A Black Jeep Mercedes. I drove off heading to work. Today was the meeting and I was already missing working in my Dad's company.