The soccer player (Neymar Fanfiction)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Jessica's POV

The game ended and we won by two goals. Neymar one and Lionel one. Each time they ran by me, Neymar smiled and Lionel have me this look. I don't know how to explain the look but it wasn't a good one.

I stood by the bus and waited for the players to come.
Then one by one then all came, Neymar and Lionel were talking to each other. I gulp and smile at them.
"I'm going to sit by Neymar on the way to the hotels." Lionel says and gets in the bus. Neymar looks at me and rolls his eyes.
"He told me that he's watching us very closely now. Since I kissed you and the whole world knows we're together. But they don't know your Lionel's sister." He laughs and I smile.
"They will in America soon. Then it's going to spread worldwide and everyone will know famous football player Messi has a younger sister!" I say and he nods.
"That's okay. Aye, I'll see you later okay?" He kisses my forehead and I nod. I get on the other bus and sit in the back by myself. I have a feeling that Lionel is going to make Neymar enjoy the ride. I quickly pull out Neymar's beats and put them on and started to play music. I stare out the window and smile. I can't believe he did that on tv. Gosh he's an idiot. But he's my idiot.
My phone goes off because of my twitter and it said "Now trending; Neymar's kiss." I gulp and put my phone down. I don't want to read it because if they something rude about me, I can't take hate well.
Just not now at least. But people are going to hate me for being with him, his ex's could gang up on me and beat the crap out of me.
Something could happen so I tried to tell Neymar not to tell anyone yet but he didn't listen to me.
God and Lionel, he's going to hate me forever because I didn't follow his rules. But I'm twenty two years old, I can do my own things. Ever since are parents died he didn't want me to leave because I was all he had left.
The day my parent died, Lionel left the house for a week, then came back looking like a hobo because he sat at the training center crying. Yes, crying.
He practiced every day to become the best. And every time he scores he says "this is for you mom and papa." Because I said that when I was little.
I didn't understand why my parents died. I still don't get it. They were good people, they gave money to charity, they donated things to the homeless. They didn't mind Lionel becoming a football player, they were happy for him.
He just couldn't take the pain.
He drank everyday, he would sleep and practice, everyday.
Eat, sleep, drink, practice. That's all he would do. I talked him out if it but he wouldn't.

Until one day I got help. I texted my aunt to come and see him and she did.
They talked for two hours and he finally came out of his shell.

When he was depressed, I did all the work at home. I cleaned the house, mowed the lawn, cooked breakfast and lunch and dinner, did the laundry, everything. While he just up and left.

It was hard times, but now that's the past. We can't live in the past forever. You have to move on.
But I think Lionel haven't really yet.

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