Stella POV
I turned around not wanting to look at him, my eyes were teary and my heart was beating faster then it should.
"I'm married" he said again, this time I turn around and slap him across the face.
Neymar's eyes were glued to the ground, he looked up at me in shock, he slowly closed his mouth and nodded as if he was answering a question.
"You want the truth right?" He said digging his hands in his pocket. "I'm trying to tell you instead of lying, I thought you would of been-"
"You thought I'd be okay with the fact that you're married Ney? You know the worst thing about being lied to is knowing that you weren't even worth the truth." I said sobbing like a baby, I put my hand on my mouth to stop from crying.
Neymar turned around not facing me, staring at the wall instead, I felt furious. "Say something you fucking asshole!"
"I see the sadness in your eyes Stella" he says turning around and walking towards me. "But I don't now what to say, I can't think of anything to say that can take your pain away so I kept on saying in my head I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"I have anxiety and abandonment issues, you know that." Stella says pointing at me "You promised you would be their for me, this whole time it was a lie wasn't it?"
"No nothing that happened between us was a lie, how can you fucking say that? After all we've been through."
"You know you don't owe me an explanation, we aren't together anymore."
"Why don't you want me to explain, how and why I got married. Why don't you want me to prove to you that I am not lying?"
"Your married Neymar!" I say laughing "Theirs nothing more that could be said."
He nodded turning around and left my dorm room, slamming it shut, I felt my knees go weak and I sat on my couch, I grab my phone from my pocket and call Julie.
Neymar POV
I knock on the wooden door harshly, I didn't care that it was late. A few seconds later the door opens and she stands their in nothing but an oversized shirt.
"Neymar?" She asked squinting her eyes even though I was in front of her.
"Bruna, we need to talk." I said walking in her house, I turned around and she closed the door behind me.
"Are you drunk?" She asked, crossing her arms and staring into my eyes.
"We need to get a divorce, right now."
"Neymar we can't do that, we signed a contract to be the legal guardians of your son. If you break it, Carolina gets Davi."
"I know" I say tears in my eyes "I don't know what to do, my girlfriend break up with me because I'm married, she can't even look at me in the eye."
Bruna wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly "How about we go in the kitchen you can drink beer, I'll even make you a sandwich."
I sat in the kitchen, and ate my sandwich quietly, Bruna came back from upstairs with jeans on as she sat in front of me.
"...So I was thinking that we absolutely do not see each other enough, Neymar, and that's simply such a shame. I mean, we were together for years and so we have this bond, you know? Perhaps we could get together sometime for dinner you know your girlfriend should come and I could explain everything ? What do you say, Neymar?"
It was then that I realized that I had been gazing across the room while Bruna talked on about... well, whatever she was talking on about. I turned back to Bruna, who had her head tilted in the expectant look of a Labrador retriever.
"I'm sorry," i mumbled. "I didn't really catch that."
"Do you want me to see your girlfriend and explain to her why we can't get a divorce or what?" Bruna asked taking pauses in ever word as if I deaf, and couldn't understand her.
"You know this is one of the reasons why we broke up, you always talked to me like I was a kid."
"C'mon, we had good times together!" Bruna says jumping on the chair and walking towards me "you celebrated your Olympic gold Medal with me!
"I promised you if I got the gold, I would go to the stands to celebrate with you."
"I remember you told the reporters you gave a hug to a very special person, I never forgot that day" she says holding my hand tightly.
"I'm sorry that it never worked out between us, you know how much respect and admiration I have for you-"
"I know, I wanted to settle down and have a family with you but you chose football" Bruna says letting go of my hand "trust me I know."
"I didn't come here to talk about us and what we could have been, I found someone who I really love."
Bruna wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her forehead against mine, she use to do this all the time when we together. "I want you to be happy, and if your fake marriage with me is effecting your chances of being happy then why don't you ask your girlfriend to marry you?"
"I can't do that, that's too much to ask for."
"It wasn't too much to ask me though."
"Your different Bruna, you were with me when I wasn't famous and you were the closest thing to a mother Davi Luca ever had." I whisper, her hand was on my jaw as she stares at my lips.
"You know" she whispers "I'll do anything to make you happy"
"I feel like she needs some space right now, but I want to take you up on that offer, of explaining it to her together, if your still willing." I walked towards the door and leaned on it, I stare at Bruna from across the room.
"Yeah, just call me at anytime and hurricane Bruna will come." She shrugs
"I called you that once, get over it" I smile "I should get going-"
"You were drinking, sleep over tonight and go in the morning." She picked up the plate and put it in the sink, I shook my head.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Either I'll drive you, even though you told me in the worse driver ever. Or your sleeping on the couch."
I stare at the beer I had in my hand and nod, she was right, I could get in an accident and hurt someone.
I took of my shirt and walked towards the couch, I turn around and see her starring at me. "Goodnight Bruna." I wave
"Goodnight Neymar" she smiles, while turning away and walking upstairs.
