Mariana's POV
As I'm walking down the hall, I feel tears rolling down my cheeks.
I'm such a sentimental bitch, my head tells me. I roughly wipe my eyes and soon regret it, realizing that it'll only make my eyes puffier. I try my best to look down so nobody notices, using only the rail to guide me down.
I feel separate from everyone else. I don't blend in. Everyone's relaxed while I speed walk down the stairs, almost tripping. All the other eyes around me sparkle with joy and mine glisten with tears. As I walk off the last step, a body collides with mine.
"Nana, you have no idea how happ-" Reina stopped herself and fixed my chin to look at her.
"Oh honey come here" she pulled me into a hug and rubbed my back.
"Ney" my given up voice manages to say. "I don't know what to do anymore"
"Let's go home" Rafa says.
She holds my hand on the way out. As we walk, I find myself not paying attention. Everything seems like a blur until a voice pulls me back into reality.
"Mariana, I've been looking for you, are you okay?" I hear Alexis ask with concern. Rafa sweetly lets go of my hand and Alexis takes it instead. His eyes are soft and his touch is delicate.
"I need to go home" I sigh, "I'm sorry". He understandingly nods and pulls me into a hug.
"What's wrong, what happened?" He whispers into my ear. "Do I meed to take care of anything, or anyone?" he asks. I run my fingers through his hair.
"No, that's not it." I graze down his arm and hold his hand. "I'll tell you about it later" I assure him. "I just gotta get home right now" He shows a toothless, weak, smile making his emerald eyes stand out more than usual.
"Goodnight" He whispers in my ear. I barely smile back, and return to Rafa's hand.
Why did I have to fall for Neymar?Everything's wrong with this. Why didn't I just fall for Alexis instead? Why Neymar? With Alexis, I wouldn't have to hide my feelings. But why am I so pulled into Ney instead?
Alexis would undoubtedly treat me right.
I gave myself a second to recollect my thoughts.
Alexis is not Ney. And he will never be Ney.
Why am I in love with the wrong guy?
...
As we walk to the car, Rafa asks for the keys, offering to drive. I get into the car and and look down on my phone.
From Neyy: Mar, come back, we can figure it out. i refuse to apologize through a text.
From Neyy: baby, i didn't know that was going on through your mind. u shoulve said something
From Neyy: answer me? plz?
From Neyy: give me a chance to talk to you, i wont sleep if we leave matters like this
From Mariana: I don't give a fuck if you sleep or not
Annoyed, hurt, and not in the mood to talk to him, I shut off my phone and wipe my tears away.
He's destroying me, but it's addicting.
"I so wish you could drink with me" I confess to Reina, leaning my head back into the seat. She sighs and turns on the signal light. I gaze out the tinted window of my X5 and notice raindrops sliding down the window.
"I know boo, I wish I could too" She turns the wheel, heading for home. "Will you tell me what happened when we get home?" she carefully asks as if she were afraid of the question herself.
"Yeah, I will". I move my arm over and place my hand on her knee. "Thank you for bringing me back Rei" She lets one hand off the steering wheel and grasps mine. I focus my eyes ahead at the cars in front of mine, watching as some sped up and some stayed behind.
"What went down with you tonight?" I curiously ask, remembering that she was very excited to share some news before finding me in the midst of a breakdown. I looked to my left noticing that she was holding back a smile.
"Sergio's the dad" she confesses, her hands still gripped on the steering wheel. She groans, the smile never leaving her face.
"He pulled me outside and we were walking, and then he started talking about that one night
...a few hours later
"Reina, I don't know what to do anymore" I confess to her. I lay down on the carpet with my body spread out. I stare above at the cieling fan and its never ending rotation. I had felt relieved after telling her about earlier's events.
"Well do you love Neymar?" She wonders out loud. I look up to the couch where she was laying down. I focused my eyes back to the ceiling thinking about what my response would be.
"I think so" I begin to tell her. We stay silent for a couple more seconds, giving the crickets outside a chance to be heard.
"Make him yours" She bluntly advices. I stare up one last time before sitting up.
"Well how do I do that?" I inquire. She chuckles and looks over at me. I lean my back on the couch, making my head fall against her legs.
"You gotta figure that one out on your own" she says.
