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Announcment

Chapter 8 ~ Announcement

(please don't hate me! I am sooo sorry I haven't been posting! Writers block sucks and is the reason why this chapter is boring and slow and bahhhh hopefully the next one will be better ily all and thank you for 4K!)

We walked out of the room together awkwardly but I didn't care because everything I did was awkward. Neymar was walking slightly faster then me but would slow down once in a while so we were walking side by side.

I couldn't help but think of Oscar in the back if my mind. Although It wasn't so heartbreaking for me he fell hard for me. Anyone would be feeling guilty.

We reached the living room and coach made us all sit down trying to get us looking professional but we all slouched anyways

"Tonight we are going to the opening all teams party. FIFA has arranged a gathering for all of teams to come. Brasil being the host I expect you all to look on point." Coach started. I could hear groans and mumbles after he addressed that we all look good. "Since I've seen you all dress outside if practice I thought it would be best to hire a stylist." I could see where he was coming from with all the other boys but I was slightly offended because I think I could dress up just fine. "Everyone I would like you all to meet Jerome Charles."

A short man appeared in the room. We all saw his face get a hint of horror when he approached us which only raised more mumbles around the team. He paused next to coach for a moment his finger hanging in the air. I couldn't help but feel judged. Hard. This guy worked with skinny tall models and I was a 5'8 soccer player. I started to get insecure and my thoughts went back into my past. I tried getting my head out of that place. My brain was pounding against my skull as if I was stopping the flow of the Niagara Falls and all the water was about to drown me. I sat back onto the couch. Thankfully the small French man spoke. Unfortunately to me. 
"You. Stand up." His French accent that I thought would be sweet was quite harsh. I looked around at the boys who were all looking at me except one. Oscar. My gaze went from Oscar to the floor before I hesitantly stood up In front of the man I tower over yet I felt like an ant in his presence.
"Lacks confidence." He whispered at me while examining my features. Immediately he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the section he had built up.

I tried To study everything before I was pushed into a black spiny chair. I saw the neatly hung tuxedos in dry cleaning bags on the black racks which were probably for the boys. He started to grab inch wide chunk of my hair and started to curl it with a curling wand.

"I will make you the most beautiful one there!" he said excitedly.

"oh. Thanks." I replied my mind still on the comment he had made earlier. Was it that obvious that I wasn't all that confident?

It was silent for the first 30 minutes. When he finished half of my hair my eyes came on an apple laptop.

"Can I put music on?" I asked pointing to the laptop.

"Of course!" he answered probably excited that I said something.

He shuffled across the room and grabbed the laptop. laying it on my lap. I quickly put some music on before logging onto twitter. It seemed as if everyone hated me. My mouth dropped when I couldn't find a single comment that made me smile. I remembered when I had first joined Barcelona, everyone was so happy and nice, now it was like they all wanted me to be dead.

"People can be very mean huh?" Jerome said. It made me jump a little causing the nape of my neck to touch a small part of the curling iron.

"Ya. If only I knew what I did." I sighed while closing the laptop.