Sports Love (A Neymar Jr Fanfic)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I heard knocking on my door that went on continuously. I would try to ignore it, but whoever was there wouldn't take a hint. I groaned and turned to my other side. I heard the lock jiggle, my heart raced, i quickly sat up and that's when i saw Neymar walk through. I was heavily breathing in relief, my hand was on my chest and i couldn't have been more glad to see Neymar.

"Jesus, Neymar! You can't just walk into somebody's suite like that! You scared the hell out of me!" I said sweating a little, Neymar smirked while closing the door behind him. I glared. "What do you want? It's 9:00am and I don't wake up that early, plus we don't even have practice today."

I didn't bother asking him how he has the key to my room or if he's ever heard of personal space. He laid down on my bed beside me.

"I'm taking you out," Neymar said, huh... Sounds more like a demand than an invite. I might as well start being nice to him, since I apparently "hurt" him repeatedly.

Neymar sat up, our faces were so close I felt the tip of our noses touch. I glared at him and shook my head. I got out of the bed and went to my luggage to pick out clothes.

"You take a shower and I'll pick out your clothing again." Neymar offered, I shrugged and let him.

I unzipped my backpack and pulled out my shampoo and conditioner. There was already towels in the washroom so i didn't need to worry about it.

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I dried my hair the best as i could and wrapped the towel around my body. Then i started brushing my teeth. I walked out finding Neymar sitting at the edge of my bed, in that guy position where they have their elbows on their knees and they play with their fingers. I find it cute when guys do that.

"So.. The clothes?"

Neymar looked up and walked over to me handing me my clothes. Our hands touched, i looked up at Neymar making eye contact. I broke the eye contact and walked in the washroom.

"You can always change in here." Neymar chuckled, I rolled my eyes closing the door.

"And you could always wait outside."

"But what's the fun in that?"

"You'll still be alive and not dripping blood."

He even chose my underwear and bra, that fast-thinking little boy.

He wants me to wear: my black sweetheart neckline spaghetti strap crop top, my black skater skirt, my elbow sleeve leather jacket, and my ankle heels with the zipper on the side.

I walked out and grabbed my makeup. I left the washroom door open, Neymar leaned against the door frame crossing his arms.

"Don't you wanna blow dry your hair too?" Neymar asked, looking at my hair still dripping a little bit.

"No because that damages my hair, i let it air dry. Even though I hate letting it air dry."

I put on foundation, eyeshadow that contrasts to my tan skin, black eyeliner, mascara, curled my eyelashes and added fake eyelashes. I like making my makeup look natural.

"Wait.. why am I dress like this?"

"Because the place we're going to is very casual but fancy. Plus there's a buffet happening."

"Really? A buffet? this isn't a trick to get me going on a date with you?" I asked, giving him a glare and crossing my arms.

"No trick, just two friends stuffing their faces until they get sick."

I heard a bunch of people outside and saw flashing. Did someone get stabbed? I walked out of the bathroom and checked out the window with Neymar following.

"There's reporters.."

"Just ignore them and don't say anything." Neymar ordered, I nodded and grabbed my key and phone. I locked the door and we walked in the elevator. An old lady was in the elevator staring at us, I smiled lightly and looked away awkwardly. I put my phone and key in my leather jacket pocket and zipped it closed.

"É este o seu namorada?" The old lady asked, I looked up at Neymar confused.

"Ela é só uma amiga.." Neymar answered, the old lady took another glance at me smiling a little.

"Ela é muito bonita e tranquila," The old lady said, observing me from head to toe. I felt uncomfortable and awkward.

Whenever I'm far from home and I didn't want to leave I start to feel really uncomfortable, awkward, and unsafe. But, if i did want to leave and it's far from home then i wouldn't feel uncomfortable, awkward, and unsafe.

"Ela não fala Português," Neymar said.

The old lady nodded slowly in realization. The elevator dinged, that was the longest moment in the elevator since i first got here. The old lady held out her hand for me to shake, "Adrielle"

I hesitated on shaking her hand, I smiled lightly and shook it anyways and said, "Catherine.."

We walked out of the elevator and Neymar yelled, "Prazer em conhecê-lo."

"Just follow me." Neymar whispered, he held my hand and guided me. The crowd of reporters started acting up, cameras flashing, I didn't dare to look up. I glided my hand through my still-wet-hair.

The doorman held the door for us giving us a look. Just as we took one step out the reporters started to close in, I felt like i couldn't breathe. We ignored them and walked to his car, the reporters wouldn't stop asking questions or calling out Neymar's. I held his hand a little tighter feeling unsafe. Neymar opened the passenger's door for me, i got in. Finally some space where I can breathe, Neymar shut the door closed.

"So what were you and the old lady from the elevator talking about?" I asked still curious about what happened. "She wouldn't stop observing me."

"She asked if you were my girlfriend, I said no, you're just a friend, she said you are very pretty but quiet, and I said you don't speak any Portuguese. Simple." Neymar answered, I nodded slowly.

It was dead silence for a few minutes. I changed the topic.

"So the buffet, how are you so sure we won't get food poisoning?" I asked, laughing a little. It would be fun to see Neymar get poisoned. Too mean? Maybe.. Fine, I'll stop.

"We'll just have to see and find out."

"You're so outgoing."

Neymar laughed a little and took a glance at me.

"What? Cat Cat can't keep up?" Neymar teased, I dropped my jaw and slapped his arm.

"I think the real question is, can you keep up with Cat Cat?"