Wasted (Neymar Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Seventeen

Seventeen

-Neymar-

“So, Listen Diana, I had a very great and fantastic time today with you at the diner and the fun-fair, but… I just think this really isn’t meant to be. We aren’t meant to be. My heart belongs to someone else: Bruna.”

Diana gasped and then starting with teary eyes, she began to cry aloud. I winced. I knew it was coming and had prepared myself for it. I dreaded this part of the day. Diana was known to make a big fuss over things. But she was also known to spread gossips, so I was sure that Bruna would hear what I’d said: that my heart belongs to her.

“How could you, Neymar? I try so hard to be a perfect person for you. I even went to get my hair done, my nails done, and do you even give a shit? No!” Diana sobbed. And as bad as it makes me sound like, I didn’t pay attention at all as she whined and whined. I checked my watch and cussed under my breath; the Man United game versus Real Madrid was starting soon.

Interrupting her rant, I smiled forcefully, “Okay. I’m really, really, terribly sorry for this, but… the door is,” I spun her around and pushed her to the direction of the door of my flat, “right over there.”

Diana turned to look at me before slapping me hard.

“You dick,” She yelled before storming out of the flat—thank God. I shut the door, locking it after she’d made her exit.

I have to admit that I did put up quite a good pretense, kissing her after our victory and bringing her out for dinner and everything—I’m pretty sure there were so paparazzi and that meant that Bruna could probably see these images posted everywhere on the internet. However, I did wish that I could put a caption for it:

I’m not in love with Gabriela; my heart belongs to you.

But then, would I be lying?

 

“You think that all this—all these bullshitting lies you’re feeding the media—is supposedly to woo me in? God, Neymar; you just made things worse!” Bruna yelled into the phone, making me flinch, slightly pulling away the phone from my ears. She continued, “God! Don’t you see what you’re doing to Gabriela?”

I snapped. “I am not—I repeat it again—not in love with Gabriela Messi! God, damn it; how many times do I have to repeat this until you get it, okay?” I yelled just as angrily back.

“Until you truly believe it yourself,” Bruna’s voice was steel hard, ice cold. She hung up.

Frustrated, I fell back on my bed, looking up at the blank ceiling. I dropped my phone beside me. Why the hell didn’t Bruna want me? Seriously; in what ways is that Rick-a-doodle guy better than me? I mean, he’s around my height, my age, has a liking for sports…

In comparison… we’re kind of the same…

So I boldly picked up my phone and typed out a text to the probably still fuming Bruna. I bit my lip before sending it.

I love you more than Rick can ever love you it read.

Soon after, my phone beeped too and I checked my message.

If so, then Gabriela must love you a lot, because she loves you more than you love me.

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-Gabriela-

“Can you help me with the tie?” Messi said as he came towards me and kissed the top of my head. He was wearing a button-up dress shirt and a pair of slacks and his clean and polished black Hugo Boss shoes. He had a black blazer on but his tie was undone. I grinned at him and took his red Hermes tie.