The Soccer Freak {Neymar Jr Fan Fiction}

Chapter 19

Jessica's POV

There stood Cristiano. I yelped and cried even louder. He brought is fist and collided with my cheek. It began to sting, I got furious. I got up and pushed him towards the wall.

"you cannot force feelings Cris, I will never be yours. Remember that please. Don't ever try to hurt me again because it is not working." I looked him right in the eye.

"Don't worry Jessica, I know you'll come running back to me." I wanted to punch him so hard, but I decided against it.

"And what if I don't?" I stood with my arms crossed. This time more commanding.

"I'll personally tell Gareth about your little affair here, and show him this video of you and that pimp kissing." He played they video nonstop, tears went rolling out of my eyes constantly. I instantly pushed him out of my way and ran backing into the club, I walked straight to Neymar. There he stood with his bloodshot eyes, I couldn't tell him. He was already drunk, and Cristiano won't help. he'll just create a scene.

"N-Neymar...Can we go home please? I'm really tired." I pouted, it got him every time.

"W-w-why?" He walked over to me and put his arm around my neck, as if I was his friend or something. I ignored it, I knew he was overly drunk.

"Please?" I spoke sternly. He nodded and walked off to the car. I grabbed his award, and held onto him. I knew he would've fallen. I called the driver. Neymar was fast asleep by the time the driver arrived. He gave me a weird look then shook his head knowingly. After we got back to the flat, I immediately changed and helped Neymar onto to the bed.

Neymar's POV

I woke up with the sun shining right at me I groaned. My head was pounding. I ran my fingers through my hair, and glanced over at the clock, 4:39pm. I couldn't believe I slept that long. I saw Jessica in the kitchen, she smiled and brought over some tea, along with medicine for my headache.

"Someone's got a hangover eh?" She chuckled. I scoffed at her response.

"How'd you know?" I spoke with attitude.

"It's obvious, you couldn't even hold your self up last night. Here have some tea, it'll wear off your hangover." I gladly accepted the tea.

"So what happened last night? Why did you leave after I went to go fetch is some drinks? You don't like to drink?" I asked suspiciously, I knew something was going on.

"N-nothing...I just-" I stopped her.

"I know something happened. I can read you like a open book Jess." She sighed and explained what happened last night. I was furious, how could Cristiano stoop so low? I had my fists clenched ready to kill every remain of him. I rushed to door. Jessica stopped me.

"Neymar Please, we'll confront him later, just not now. We're unsure of what he'll do. Please." She looked at me with sorrow in her eyes. I couldn't stand to see her in pain.

"Alright, but we need to or else things will get out of hand." She nodded and grabbed my wrist, we sat on the couch I was lost in my thoughts. How could he do that? I thought he was my friend, not enemy. We spent the whole afternoon watching movies, and re runs of Duck Dynasty. Although my thoughts were someplace else.