Behind the screen (Rafinha Alcantara FanFic)

Blue Light

Rafinha's POV:

Neymar was talking to the other members at the table around me. Bored, I went on my phone and tweeted something to get (y/n) to see, she doesn't always but when she does it's the highlight of my day. After I sent the tweet Neymar nudged me and told me I spend too much time in my phone.
"Sorry", I answered.
"Who are you talking to?", Neymar asked giving me a weird face.
     "No one.", I reply defensively.
     "Is this dinner that boring?", he questioned.
A moment of silence took over while Neymar waited for me to reply.
     "No, it's just my younger brother is sick and I was just checking on him.", I lied.
Neymar seemed convinced because he replied with ,"Oh, tell him I said to feel better.".

Many conversations and laughs later we all finished our dinner and said our goodbyes. Neymar was the only one still left and he didn't seem too sober.

"Ney, are you okay to drive bro"?, I asked my friend.
"I'm fine just had a few drinks", he stated as he tripped on he curb.
"Nope, that's not happening.", I ordered while snatching his keys from his hand.
"You're so overprotective bro, I'm fine", Neymar laughed while he followed me to my car and hoped into the passenger's side.
"I don't want to turn on the news and see the first headline be about how you were killed in a fatal car accident", I joked.
"Wait you still watch the news?", Neymar asked me as I started the car and drove off.
"That's besides the point", I murmured while driving to Neymar's house.

He was quiet for a second before another thought came to his mind.

"You need to get yourself a girl", he teased while smiling cheekily.
Instantly (y/n) came into mind but I brushed it aside and replied with,"You need to shut it".
"Is there someone you're interested in", he questioned as he stared at me.
"No one so far, every girl I meet can't get past the fact that I play for Barça", I blurted while turning into Neymar's street.
"Are you sure Princesa?", Neymar asked again like he knew something.

I became tense because I was afraid he might already know about "her".

     "Cause I could hook you up with someone", he continued to speak.

Relieved I pulled up to Neymar's gate and dialed the password.

     "Thanks but I'm good. I can find the 'special' one myself", I stated as the gate opened and I pulled into Neymar's driveway.
     "Alright Mr. "I can find the special one myself". Boa Noite and thank you for driving me home Irmaõ", Neymar thanked me before he hoped out my car and shut the car door.

I thought about Neymar's offer on my drive home. It might be best to move on and live a healthy life without stalking some girl I'll never meet in my life.

Once I got home I sat on the couch and let some random show play in the background as I scrolled through my phone. I looked at
(y/n)'s private account through my official account to see if it was still private, and like I expected, it still was. I tried to go back but my finger accidentally pressed the request button. Terrified I debated whether I should just leave it or undo it. If I did it would confuse her, she'd be on to me or maybe think I'm stalking her, which is what I'm doing but still she can't know. Then suddenly my phone's screen went black and I rapidly pressed the power button in the side. Worried I ran to my laptop to try to undo the request on there but a ton of updates popped up on my screen wasting my precious time. By the time I typed in my information to log onto Instagram it had been 5 minutes and just froze. Was it worth it? She probably already saw it and is questioning why I sent it. This could be the start of something great or the end of something that once brought joy to my life.

Your POV:

It was early in the morning and I quietly sat in class as the professor talked about today's lesson on the circulatory system. All the students tiredly listened as he went on about the heart.

"The pacemaker is also known as the SA Node which controls the impulses or beats of the heart", the professor's voice rang throughout the room.

From the corner of my eye I could see my phone light up with a notification and it read rafinhaaa93 has requested to follow you. Ironically, my heart skipped a beat but then realization kicked in and my brain told me it was probably some fan account with a similar username or something. To make sure I was right I unlocked my phone to check and as the phone opened the Instagram app my heart stopped again when I saw the little blue checkmark by his name.

I thought to myself This can't be real, it's fake somehow.

I stared at my phone in disbelief for a minute until the professor's voice muttered something that caught my attention.

"....I said, are you checking the news?", The professor spoke with his eyes looking in my direction.

Before I knew it everyone's eyes were on me and I blushed. My voice shook as I tried to reply.

"Oh, sorry...there...was a new discovery today claiming that um...red wine slowed down aging in mice", I stuttered.

The professor laughed at my smart remark and relied with,"You get off the hook this time just cause I read that same article this morning".

The whole class bursted into laughs and smiles. I was just happy I wouldn't be getting one of the professor's famous speeches about cellphone use in class.

Before I knew it class was over and I headed to the doors saying sorry again to the professor on my way out. I stopped in the hallway and checked my phone again to see if I wasn't imagining it. Surprisingly it was still there and I questioned it once again. Maybe he accidentally requested me, it won't hurt to accept the request and tell him he has the wrong person so I accepted. After putting my phone away I made my way to my next class.