Falling in love with the enemy-A Neymar Jr. Fanfic

Chapter 4

And another chapter:D I don't know if you guys wanted to see some romance blossoming between Neymar and Aisha and i promise you there will be romance just not now:) I hope you enjoy this chapter anyways:)

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Chapter 4

It has been been a few weeks now since i had joined Barcelona and things went fairly well. I got better in training every day. But i still hadn’t played a game and i hoped this week would bring a change with that.

 However my interaction with that poser boy Neymar didn’t change. Every chance he got he would get on my nerve to the point where i would flip and he seemed to enjoy every bit of it.

And the fact that their training field was being redone and they had to train on the same field as us didn’t help either.

It was one of those normal training days right before a game,where we had to do just the extra bit of training. I was positive that this time i would be in the starting 11. We all gathered in a  circle as the coach was handing out the vests to those who would start in the upcoming game. I was nervously waiting and hoping for my name to be called.

‘And… Aïsha’, the coach said finally and handed me on of those famous wanted vests.

I looked over to Natalia and saw she had one of those vests too.She smiled at me. She knew how deseperately i wanted to start in a game.

‘Well done girls, that was training for today,go home and rest up, so you can all be sharp for the game tomorrow’.

Everyone made their way towards the changing rooms and i was about to as well when suddenly i felt something colliding with my face. I knew exactly who would do such a thing like that.

‘You prick!’, i scolded. And i saw Neymar running towards me. Oh how i was right.

I shook my head. Just one more where that came from and i was going to flip.

‘I’m so sorry that was not my intention’, he said with that sly arrogant smirk on his face.

‘Yeah right asshole, keep telling yourself that’, i muttered.

Even though i kept insulting him he still kept that smile on his face, and i found that incredibly annoying, and he knew that.

‘Let me help you up’, he said and he extended his hand towards me.

‘I don’t need your help i can help myself thank you very much’, i said as i got up.

His smile disappeared. ‘Can i have my ball back then’.

I lifted the ball up with my foot and kicked in his direction.

He doubled over when the ball hit him in his stomach.

‘Aïsha!’, someone yelled.

I looked behind me and saw my coach standing there.

I walked in his direction. I knew Neymar was smirking behind my back.

‘What was that all about?!’, my coach yelled at me.

‘He started it!’.

‘I don’t care who the fuck started it, i had high hopes for you for tomorrow, but it seems i just might need give that starting place to someone else’.

‘Please don’t do that’, i pleaded.

‘In that case you can run 5 laps around the field’.

‘But…’.

‘Do it now..’, he barked.

Neymar. Who had appereantly watched the entire situation bursted out laughing.

‘And you mister can join her’, my coach said.

I looked at my coach and then looked at Neymar, who looked furious, and smirked.

‘But i have to train’, he said defending himself.

‘I’ll talk to your coach, if what she said is true than you join her’.

‘But…’, Neymar protested.

My coach looked at him in a way that no discussion was possible,and this time it was me who burst out laughing.

Then my coach looked at me and i immediatly stopped. He was beyond furious at that point.

I turned my back on him and started running.

‘Thanks alot’, Neymar said who just ran past me.

‘You started it’, i said back.

‘If you two keep bickering than i’ll add another lap to it!’, my coach yelled from across the field.

I groaned and picked up the pace, i wanted to get this over with as fast as possible.

When i got to my fourth lap i began to feel out of breath and slowed down a little bit. Neymar snickered behind me. ‘Not used to it huh?’.

‘Shut up’, i said and with all my might i picked up the pace again, leaving him behind.

‘You two can stop now!’, my coach yelled from afar.

‘Good’, i said and hurried myself towards the training room,not even looking at Neymar again.

‘Son of a bitch!’, i yelled to no one in particular.

All of the girls looked up. Most of them were already dressed.

I walked over to my locker and threw my bidon against the floor in the process. I sat down on the bench burieing my face in my hands.

‘What happened?’.

I looked up at Natalia who looked very confused.

‘Neymar is what happened’, i hissed, ‘that son of a bitch kicked a ball in my face’.

All of the girls sighed and shook their heads,which made me even more angry if that was possible.

‘And kicked the ball in his guts and i had to run laps while he had started it’.

Natalia started laughing.

‘What?!’, i said,a bit louder than i had wanted to.

‘You two are both behaving like children, grow up’.

‘He started it’, i muttered, and gathered my things to take a shower.

When i got out of the dressingroom i saw that Neymar came out of his too. I gave him an angry look and walked the other way. I could not let him get into my head. I had an important game coming up and i was starting in it. I couldn’t let those problems i had with him get into my head. I needed to focus on the upcoming game. And to  be honest that game couldnt come soon enough.