The Footballer's Girlfriend (Neymar Jr)

Five

It's been a few weeks since I was in Barcelona with Kaya, Marc and Neymar. I've has a few photoshoots over the few weeks, one with Elle and one with Versace.

Right now I'm in Brazil. I have a shoot with Vogue Brazil and another for a Brazilian clothing line called Lupo.

My manager Evan and I are in a car right now heading towards my Vogue shoot. I don't have a clue what it's going to be like.

All I know is that it's half past six in the morning and all I want to do is sleep.

"Don't even think about it." Evan slaps the side of my face making my eyes open wide and look up at the brown haired man and sigh.

"Just for five minutes?" I ask and try to make my eyes very big when I look at older man who is like an uncle to me.

"Five minutes, that's all." I smile widely at Evan before leaning my head against the window of the car and I close my eyes.

My phone is placed on my lap. It vibrates a few times, but it's probably just my mom or Kaya telling me to be safe or something stupid like that. 

The movement of the car along the road is soothing, it makes it easier to fall alseep. My legs are up by my side, I've kicked off my old tattered blue vans and my sparly grey socks are leaning against Evan's leg.

"Scout, we're here." Evan shakes my shoulders waking me up from the short power nap I just took. "You snore, did you know that." He informs me making me laugh.

"Was it loud?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"No it's was like a real girly snore, like this..." He starts to demonstrate by closing his eyes and starts to snore, just a very quiet one which makes me smile and push him slightly.

"At least it's not a bad as your, remember, on the plane to Paris Fashion Week, you were snoring so loudly that most of the people on board were either listening to music, watching a film or they had noise cancelling head phones in." I laugh loudly at Evan before climbing out of the car.

I look out and realie I'm at the beach. It's almost empty, there's only a few people, some are swimming while the others are just sun bathing, getting the early sun.

"Angelina, darling hunny bum." A voice shouts, a very high pitched voice, but you can tell it's from a man. I look at the man who is wearing very loud palm tree swim shorts and a bight pink t-shirt with a parrot print over it.

"Hi." I smile and go to shake his hand but his lips are placed on mine, but he pulls away second later, leaving me completely stunned. I look at him wide eyed before he puts his neon green sunglasses over his eyes.

"I'm Javier." He then wraps his arms around my waist, which is covered by a big black t-shirt and my legs are covered by loose sweatpants.

"Nice to meet you." I mutter before he throws me into a tent set up just a bit away from the parking lot.

"It's a bikini shoot, I hope you're alright with that." He winks at me before leaving the tent.

"Sorry about him, he's a bit crazy." The make up artist smiles at me. She has a full shaved head with piercings all over her eyebrows and one on the side of her nose.

"A bit?" I question making her laugh before pulling out a chair for me to sit on. I smile and pull my hair out of the messy bun it was in to sit down.

"This might be a swim shoot, but he wants your make up to be very bronzey." I nod and sit down on the chair and lift my head up a little so she can look down, straight at my face.

She rubs alot of primer on my face and then goes in with foundation. It's like a weight on my face, but I'm at the beach and will probably go in the water so it's probably to last all that time. She then applies primer to my eyes.