Chapter 18
I got out of the shower and changed into clothes.
I wore: my dark blue skinny jeans, a black ruffle tank top, and my ankle heels with the zipper on the side.
I blow dried my hair because I didn't want to have to deal with wet hair. My hair is naturally wavy, it looks like I curled it when I didn't. I did my natural makeup routine and took a glance at myself.
"Neymarrr!" I called him, he walked in eating a sandwich. My straightener was already plugged in and heated. "Can you straighten my hair for me?"
Neymar looked back down at his sandwich then back at me. He put his sandwich down on a plate. I handed him the straightener. I grabbed my phone and went on camera, Neymar took a strand of my hair and started to straighten it. I took a picture, it was so cute I had to post it on Instagram. I out the caption as "thank youuu, Ney Ney" and added a heart and kissy face.
"Did you just take a picture?" Neymar asked looking up, I giggled.
"Mayyybe.."
Neymar smiled and poked my side. I squirmed and glared at him through the mirror.
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We were all out for breakfast all together. We got our own table with the right amount of seats. Talk about special treatment. I hate special treatment. Neymar sat across from me and I was sitting between two immature boys. Marcelo and Fernandinho. They would not stop flicking each other's head and every time someone got hurt. 'Ow! Caaat! Marcelo hurt meee!' Or 'Oooh! I'm telling Caaat!'
I rubbed the temple of my head.
"Ok! If you two do NOT stop, I have a fork and knife! You two can guess what I'll do with them." I threatened, they froze in there positions and quickly put their hands to themselves. Thank you! Neymar smirked at me, I kicked his knee.
"Cat.." Felipão called, I looked up and nodded my head at him in confusion. He sounds mad.
"What's up?" I asked, wanting to know why he sounds so angry.
"I just wanted to tell you that there's going to be a dinner tomorrow with the winning teams of the Fifa games from yesterday."
"Sooo.. Brazil.." I said staring at him.
"And Netherlands.." Hulk said.
"And Spain." Jo said.
"And Mexico." Marcelo said.
"Yea.. Exactly." Felipão smiled.
If you think about it, the amount of players on each team in the same room, we might be kind of squished.
"What's it for?" I asked in curiosity.
"So the teams can be friends and there won't be any rivalry."
"This is Fifa you're talking about, there's always gonna be some sort of rivalry in Fifa."
"She has a point coach.." Fernandinho said.
"Remember the guy from Mexico.." I reminded them, ugh.. Him.. I wanted to kill him for what he said.
"What did he do again?" Felipão asked.
"We're gonna make life hard for Brazil." I quoted, Dani slapped his hand against the table.
"Him! I hate him.." Dani said.
"No fighting at the dinner.." Felipão ordered, I rolled my eyes.
"Can we give him dirty looks?"
"None of that either."
"Can we talk about him?"
"No."
"Can we swear at him mentally?"
"Nope."
I groaned and rolled my eyes again. I took a sip from my water.
"I want you guys to act like mature adults." Felipão said, I choked on my water and started coughing.
"I'm sorry.. If you haven't noticed, there is nothing mature about us." I said trying to cool myself down.
"Umm.. Excuse me, but I can be more mature than youu." Neymar sung, sticking his tongue out at me.
"Can not!" I argued.
"Can To!"
"Not!"
"To!"
"Just by arguing with me proves you're not mature.. HA! i get the last laugh." I quickly said and plugged my ears, so I wouldn't have to hear his comebacks."LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!"
Neymar tried arguing back, but I just didn't listen.
"HEY!" Felipão yelled, it was really loud in the room so no body really paid attention to Felipão yell. "You two better stop it, we are going to be the best looking mature group at that dinner. Got it?"
"Fine." I said adding a little annoyance to my tone.
"Fine." Neymar mocked, my jaw dropped. I opened my mouth to say something until Felipão stopped me.
"Cat.." Felipão muttered, I glared at Neymar and closed my mouth. He just stuck his tongue out. I'm so close to grabbing that tongue of his and slapping his face silly with it.
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