Wasted (Neymar Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Twelve

Twelve

 

-Gabriela-

I woke up to someone stirring beside me.

My eyes fluttered open and I saw the shirtless Brazilian boy lying down beside me, his face serene and peaceful, with his muscular arm draped over my waist lazily. His hair was bedraggled but he had that charisma that made him look good all the time, which is not fair—I probably looked hideous, with that post-sex glow and messy hair that resembles a bird’s nest. I bet my makeup is screwed and I have no idea where my shirt went.

As I gently traced my finger over his lower jaw, I smiled gently, reminiscing about our last night together. I couldn’t hold back the big grin that formed on my face.

Looking at his peaceful face, I sighed out in content. Suddenly, Neymar stirred beside me and let out a yawn. As he attempted to stretch him arms, he frowned, accidentally touching my bare stomach. I giggled, which made his eyes shoot wide open. When he saw me, he quickly got up in a sitting position and I frowned. Was something wrong?

“Hey, is something wrong?” I questioned softly as I, too, sat up, drawing the blanket around me and hugging them against my half-nude body. Neymar looked down at his shirtless body, with only a pair of boxes and then stared at me, who was only in my undergarments and threw the covers away, his eyes wide.

“God, God, God,” Neymar said as he smacked his hand on his face. He then gave me a look of disbelief as he pointed an accusing finger at me, “You. You took advantage of me. You cheated me. I-I was drunk, you knew that I wasn’t thinking straight and…”

I forced out a weak laugh. “No… Neymar, you don’t know what you’re talking about…” I didn’t want to believe what he was saying. No. He must be joking. After what we’d done…

Neymar stumbled through the room, zipping his pants up while in search of his shirt. I pulled the blanket around me even tighter, confused.

“But Ney…” my voice trailed off.

“No.” he said firmly, “Don’t even talk to me. Do not, do not tell anyone about this,” he gave me a serious look. “God. God no! What the hell was I thinking!” he yelled to himself as he slipped into his cleats. “I can’t believe it,” he scoffed, “All along I thought you were just an innocent girl. Y-you… you slut,” he spat.

The first tear slipped down from my eyes. “Don’t even try to fake that ‘I’m innocent’ look.” He sneered. “I hate you. I don’t ever want to see you again.” As he gave me one last look, he exited the room, the sound of the door slamming shut ringing in my ears.

“But I love you…”

-Neymar-

I remember the day I broke up with Bruna. “But Bruna,” I had tried to persuade, holding on to the brunette’s smooth hand with my two desperate hands. “Bruna, I love you, and you love me. Please. Think of everything we’ve been through. I know I kissed Nicole and all, but I was drunk. I’m so sorry.”

She barely spared me a look. “Please, Neymar. You know this isn’t solely about your mistake. I’d fallen in love with Rick-”

“I don’t want to know his name!” I growled angrily.

“This is why I don’t want to be with you, Ney! You get so possessive and you never want to hear me out!” Bruna exclaimed as she tried to get out of my tight grasp.

“Sorry,” I said, my voice suddenly softening. “I-I’ll try to be more kind. I’ll hear you out…”

“I don’t love you, Neymar,” She said, straight to the face. My practically felt my heart breaking in my chest. “And deep down, what you feel for me is not love too.”