Fading (Neymar Fanfiction)

2. Where do we go?

I climbed out of the taxi after paying my part of the fare. My friends returned my wave as I walked up to the front door of my house. They had practically interrogated me about what had happened with Neymar. I was still a little shook up by the whole thing.

Once inside my room I peeled off my clothes and threw them in the washing basket. I quickly brushed through my dark hair before wandering over to the chest of drawers. The t shirt was swiftly pulled over my head, hopping over to the bathroom whilst yanking up my pj bottoms. I sleepily turned on the light, getting my toothbrush from the holder and squirting toothpaste onto the bristles. I opened my mouth and started to clean. Pushing my hair off my shoulder I tilted my head to the side. The toothbrush fell from my parted lips and clattered into the sink. I was shocked when I saw the sore red patch of skin, which held hints of purple. I brushed my fingertips over my neck, wincing slightly. He’d marked me. I shuddered at the thought, trying to shake of the feeling of his lips on my skin and how his tongue soothed over the bite.

 I tried to push Neymar from my thoughts, quickly going back to cleaning my teeth.
I finished off getting ready for bed before sinking back into the covers. My head rolled to the side and I patted at the duvet until I found the source of the buzzing. I held my phone up in front of my face. The text was from Neymar. My heart sped up a little as I forced myself to open the message.
From: Neymar
“You know,I'm normally not like that. I hope we can start all over again. Love. Nx”

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“Morning, Jessi”
My Mum called from the kitchen upon hearing me creek down the stairs. Walking down the hall I glanced in the mirror hung on the wall. I had to take a second look as I remembered the horrible bruise marked onto my skin. I quickly covered my neck, pulling my long hair over my shoulder. Once satisfied it was hidden I pushed the kitchen door open.
“Mornin’ M…”
I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of a familiar face, sat up at the counter. This couldn’t be happening. With my Mum’s back to him, Neymar was free to trail his green eyes up and down my body. I felt self-conscious, his gaze then falling on my face.
“Oh Jessi, this lovely boy was stood outside so I invited him in.”
A grin spread across his face, deep dimples prominent.
“Hey, Neymar” I forced, politely.
“Alright, Jessi.” He winked.
“Mum, can I speak to you for a second?” I asked through gritted teeth.
I flashed Neymar a pained smile before tugging my mother into the hall. Once I was sure he wouldn’t be able to hear I started to talk.
“Why did you invite him in?” I whispered angrily.
“He said he was a friend of yours, he’s very sweet.” She gushed.
“Mum, he could have been a murderer.” I scolded.
“Of course he’s not, Neymar’s adorable. And I know him from the pictures of your bedroom.”

I rolled my eyes at my mother. I felt sure he had used this “charm” on her. My fingers rubbed against my temples trying to get my head round the situation. I didn’t know who I was angrier at, Neymar for turning up uninvited or my Mum for letting him in.
“I made breakfast. Come on.”
She took my hand and pulled me back to the kitchen where Neymar was still sat. He grinned as I walked over to him and sat on the stool next to his. 

He began to lean into me but I placed my hand on his shoulder before he could get too close.
“Why are you here?” I whispered sharply.
“To see you.” He smiled.

My touch withdrew from his warm body. I didn’t like the way his eyes kept contact with mine. There had to be another reason why he had appeared, uninvited. My head dropped down, no longer being able to look at him. I jumped slightly as I felt his hand cup my chin and tilt it up to him again.
“I want to take you out tomorrow night.” He spoke.
I shivered at his words, a statement rather than a question. My eyes widened as my Mum turned round with a smile on her face.
“W-what?” I stuttered.
“Oh, that would be lovely, wouldn’t it, Jessi?” She gushed.
Neymar dropped his hand from my face to have it rest on my knee under the counter.
“She’d love that.”
“Why didn’t you just call me, why come here?” I asked frustrated.
“Because you would have said no.” He whispered quietly.
“What makes you think I won’t say no, now?” I asked harshly.

His eyes flicked over my Mum, who looked a little upset that I hadn’t said yes straight away. I wasn’t really that popular with boys and I could tell how happy she was that Neymar had turned up on our doorstep. To her this was a dream come true, having an attractive guy ask her daughter out. For me, this was my worst nightmare. Not only had he given me a horrendous love bite, against my will.

Before I knew what was happening, my Mum and Neymar had arranged a time for him to pick me up the next evening. My mouth hung open as Neymar smirked at me.
“Well, I’ve got to be off. Thanks for the pancakes Mrs Jamison.”
“Call me Ellie.”

He smiled at her before stepping down from the stool. I was frozen as he leaned down and placed a kiss on my cheek.
“Jessi, walk him out.” My Mum encouraged me quietly.
I huffed, jumping down with my mother ushering me out after him. The kitchen door swung closed, I was alone in the hallway with Neymar.

" "See Jessi..I'm sorry of what has happened. I'm not like that."
"You don't say..."

“See you tomorrow night, Jessi.”
He winked at me and then he was gone. My head was spinning as I slumped down the wall to sit on the floor.  I didn't know what to think anymore. I mean..we haven't had the best first contact. Maybe he really is different. But he still acts like he did at the party. Somehow I don't get the feeling away that Neymar has a dark side.