Dark Moves Of Love ~ Neymar Jr

Chapter 88

Leaving Granja Comary, seeing Neymar waving his hand at me as we drove away was a surreal experience. Like an out of body thing, where my feelings were blocked and I experienced reality almost like an outside observer.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry for how things turned out." Sarah said as she drove. She kept looking at me sideways worriedly.

"I'm okay Sarah. Thank you for letting me crush at your place for a few days."

"Are you kidding? No problem at all. I was glad when you called. I was glad to come, not just for you, but to see David too."

"How are you guys? David didn't say much."

"It's kind of up in the air, with the World Cup. He wants to focus and I want to let him."

"That's good idea. Maybe me leaving will do Neymar some good."

"I doubt that. So, what do you want to do today? How about the Notebook and ice cream? Now that you don't have to train."

"I hate the Notebook!"

"What kind of person hates romantic movies?"

"I love romantic movies, just not this one. But for today, maybe something a little bloodier? Or with like a really high death count. Or with zombies. But not the funny ones. Like the really scary ones."

"Oh God." She shot me an exacerbated look.

"Okay, okay, got it. No zombies. I just need to not be thinking right now." I told her. "Okay, wait, I got it. Do you know what I'm in the mood for?"

"What?"

"Tequila."

~*~

"Should I like be worried or something?" Sarah asked me after I down my fifth tequila shot.

"Relax, it takes a lot to get me drunk. I'm not there yet."

"I've been to the hospital once with a friend, he had alcohol poisoning, trust me it wasn't pleasant for him."

"Nah, I'm not like that."

"He wasn't either. Until he had to get a caffeine injection and his stomach pumped. Seriously Liv, you said you were okay. Are you really? Because you don't look like it."

I filled a glass with water and sipped on it before I spoke to her. "I'm okay Sarah, I promise. I'm not even sad. I'll see Neymar in two days, I'll go to the games, it'll be like I never left."

"But you'll miss football."

"Yeah a little. But between Neymar and football, I'll always choose him. I'll never make that mistake again."

"Again? What do you mean?" Sarah asked me.

"No –nothing." I said quickly. There were some things I never talked about and there was a reason for that.

She kept staring at me, waiting for me to say more but I didn't. We stayed there in silence for a few minutes when Sarah's phone rang.

"It's David. He wants to know how we're doing."

I grabbed Sarah's phone from her hand and propped myself next to her, taking a picture of us holding tequila shots and I sent it to David. "That is pretty self-explanatory I think."

"I hope he doesn't get mad at me for corrupting you." Sarah told me.

I laughed. "David knows better. He knows I do the corrupting."

"And you seem like such a nice, good girl at first." Sarah said.

"Yeah it's always the good girls that can drink you under the table." I told her when my phone rang. "It's David. Like I said, he wants me to stop corrupting you and he's using very colorful language to make his point."

We both burst into laughter. I felt the alcohol running through my veins and relaxing me. A waitress appeared and set four more shots at our table.

"We didn't order these." Sarah said but the waitress didn't answer.

"We did. We were hoping you'd drink them with us."

I turned around and saw the two guys that were sitting in the bar had approached our table.

"So?" The taller one asked. He was blond and had a scruff. His eyes were a blue so light it looked almost washed out.

Sarah and I exchanged a look before I pushed two of the shot glasses towards them.

The other guy, caught them and gave one to his friend. He had auburn hair that looked reddish in the yellow light of the bar and dark chocolate eyes. He was a little shorter but handsome nonetheless.

"To meeting cool people." He said winking as we all raised our glasses.

Neymar's POV

"I never should have agreed to this." I told David and Thiago as we got ready for practice in the locker room.

"It was Olivia's decision, Neymar." Thiago said, for maybe the fourth time.

"I know, but I shouldn't let her take the fall for both of us. I..."

"You didn't let her and she isn't. It really was her decision. She always knew who you were, well maybe not at first..." David stumbled.

"Nice job reminding me of the Juninho crap. I wish I was Juninho. Our lives would be a hell of a lot easier."

"And I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair but..."

"WHAT?" both Thiago and I said at the same time.

"It's a song idiots. But I meant to say is that Liv knew what she was getting herself into. She knew privacy was something that wasn't exactly guaranteed."

"This isn't even about privacy. She's quitting to make it easier for me."

"She's quitting to make it easier for both of you and also, the team. Scolari might have said that you should come clean about everything, but if you think about it, it would have been a disaster. Anyone with a blog, or a twitter or a facebook would be able to dissect and judge your relationship. You'd be giving them your permission to have an opinion." Thiago said.

"They still can."

"They don't know that much now. They know that there's a girl and there are a couple of pictures of you two kissing. They don't know how active a role she has in the team, they don't know her name, they don't know she's your girlfriend. She's just some girl that you kissed in a picture and in a few days no one will care."

"That's a bit harsh Thiago." David chimed in.

"No, I'm not saying that's the case. I'm saying that letting it play out like that is better for both of you. You want the focus to be on the next game, you don't want front pages saying Neymar isn't focusing on the World Cup because he's distracted by his girlfriend who is also kind of his coach. And Liv knows all this. That's why she left. Because now you can say it was something meaningless and she was fired and that's the end of it."

"But that would mean that we'd still have to hide."

"Not necessarily. But something tells me that just because Liv is not on the team anymore it doesn't mean she wants to go completely public with your relationship."

"Sometimes I think she wants us to be a secret. Like she's hiding me from someone or she's hiding something."

"Like a secret boyfriend back home? I doubt it. Liv just doesn't want to broadcast things, she's private." Thiago said.

"Apparently not so private." David said and raised his phone towards us. Through the screen I saw Liv, red faced and with a happy expression, smiling at the camera. Her arms were wrapped around some guy I hadn't seen before.

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