Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 8

* for those of you that dont like curse words, might want to skip this chapter, no hate *

I bit my lip, looking worried as I tugged on Neymar's shirt, signaling him to let it go. "Neymar come on. Don't fight with him." I mumbled trying not to let my voice crack or anything. I was getting scared, I haven't seen him this mad; not even on pictures or on the internet.

"What's your problem Neymar?" Marc said sounding sounding brave, as he inched towards Neymar. Neymar closed up his fists, and for a second I almost thought he was going to knock the shit out of Marc.

"Marc you better shut up and leave before things get ugly." He said through gritted teeth. Marc laughed.

Things were a little bit different when Neymar had to leave to get the car. I was in the dome, and he left Marc and I together. I didn't think it would be all that bad, but the outcomes were the opposite. Marc was a bit more touchy, and he was always standing too close to me. I didn't find anything a problem, but Neymar did because he seemed too protective over this.

"Words aren't going to do anything Neymar. But whatever you say" Marc put his hands up in defense, while he walked back smiling devilishly. I let out a sigh of relief and pulled Neymar back to the car.

"What is going on Neymar?" I asked him, in a shocked tone almost. He shrugged and started up the car.

"I don't want you near him Bella." Neymar replied. I shook my head and looked out the window as we passed the huge American houses.

"I don't understand why you don't want me near him Neymar. He was just being nice-" Neymar cut me off by slamming on the brakes. My body jerked forwards, as his did too.

"Bella, we've only known each other for a little while. But let me tell you, I am so head over heels for you and Marc did stuff to Davi's mom. Things I don't want him doing to you! So this is why I'm trying to get you to stay away from Marc. He's a bad man Bella"

I couldn't believe the words I heard that was coming from the Neymar Jr. I never realized he would admit his feelings like how he just did. Then the stuff he said about Marc made me so much more scared. Neymar sounded angry when he explained part of the story.

"Neymar I don't know what to say..." I trailed off and he shook his head, as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Me either Bella."

I looked at him, and made him face me as I planted my lips on his. As I said so many times before, I never ever imagined myself being in the situation I am in. I never thought twice about a guy looking at me the way Neymar does. I sure as hell never pictured myself with some famous person. I got lucky, and every appalling thing that has happened to me has been replaced from the amazing things Neymar has done for me in just a short amount of time.

        Isn't it just unimaginable how one person could change your entire life in just a matter of days?

"Remember what I tell you Bella. Don't go near him, you don't belong with him." Neymar mumbled, and moved up to my lips again. I smiled, and pulled away. Neymar kissed my forhead.

"I will remember" I smiled and pecked his lips once more before we started driving again.

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We pulled up to my driveway, and my dads car was already parked. I gulped. If he's still up, I might be dead.

"Thank you for such an amazing night Neymar." I said, and he smiled and looked down.

"Again, you're welcome Bella. You deserved it!" I laughed. Despite everything werid that occured today, despite Marc being so overly attached, I looked at Neymar who was still talking to me. I smiled at him, and felt actually happy for once.