Sports Love (A Neymar Jr Fanfic)

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

I was getting ready for the dinner. I was NOT excited about it, I'll have to get used to seeing Neymar everywhere. I swear, if he brings that wicked witch of the west I'll probably throw my dinner back up. Then again, I'm the one being a little dramatic right now. Wait.. She's the one who tried confronting me back at the gym.

I have every right to think of bad thoughts about her. Who does she think she is? Trying to confront me about love. Woman! If Neymar and me do like each other you're the one who should back off. Trying to get up in all my business now are you. She wants to play this game, fine. But, I can play it even better.

NEVER challenge Catherine Pierce, Bitchna isn't gonna know what hit her. But honestly, I'm pretty mad how she's 4 or 5 inches taller than me, that means I would have to look up at her. That's why I have a lot of high heels because it makes me look a few inches taller.

This side of me is nothing, I'm only showing one percent of this side, wait till i show the full percent. I'm the definition of a lot things, I can be the definition of a bitch, karma, devil, demon, childish, short, funny, maybe cute, etc. But, bitch is definitely the word to describe me as. I used to be nice, until people took my niceness for granted. I hope they learned their lesson. Oh wait they did, when I got revenge.

Bitchna is playing my game, and I, Catherine Pierce, never lose.

I wore: my red spaghetti strap skater dress, my black wide waist belt, my black short booty shorts underneath, and my black ankle heels with the zipper on the side.

I blow dried my hair, put heat protector spray, and curled my hair. I put my hair in a half updo and let my left side bangs hang out. I looked at my left side bangs and straightened them. I unplugged my straightener and went to the bathroom. I did my natural makeup routine, but I did the smokey eye. I put some lip gloss on. I heard a knock on the door.

It was Oscar, I smiled. He looked amazed on how I look.

"Well.. What do you think?" I asked, making a spin.

"I think, he won't be able to keep his eyes off you." Oscar answered, still staring at me. I giggled. I observed Oscar, he looked good in a formal suit.

"You're not so bad yourself." I complimented, giving him a wink.

I pulled Oscar inside and made him stand in front of the mirror closet doors and took a picture of our outfits. I posted it on Instagram and put the caption as 'My Date for the dinner, Oscar' I put a heart at the end. I tagged him in the picture and we made our way out, I locked my door. The rest of the boys came out of their suites at the same time and whistled at Oscar and I.

"We were whistling about you, Cat." Hulk said, I smiled. I'm not really smiling, I'm forcing myself to smile. But hey, I heard smiling for ten seconds can make you happy again. I felt a little better.

"You look amazing." Marcelo complimented, holding my hand and spinning me around. ugh.. More compliments. One compiment was enough, thanks.

He walked out of his suite and saw us. Suddenly my smile went away, every time I see him I feel empty. It's hard to explain, but I'll just say I feel numb.

The elevator opened, I walked in the elevator with Oscar and few of the boys. The elevator can only hold a few people at a time.

Ugh.. He looks cute in a suit. No! Stop it Cat, you don't need him. There were reporters outside, great.. Can't wait to see what the gossip world has for me. They started acting up after they saw me step out of the elevator. The doorman opened the door for us, I wrapped my arm around Oscar's arm. I paid no attention to the reporters, and let Oscar lead me.