No Good (Neymar Jr.)

2. Reasoning

I woke up in Bartras apartment, hungover. My hand grazed over my head, feeling nauseous, and as if death were before me. I sit up, only to see Marc on the carpet, playing dominoes by himself. His fingers twiddled on the domino box, and he seemed frustrated.

"Hey, Marc." I say, rubbing my temples. Marc looks up from the floor, and his cheeks were a shade of pink. He was furious.

"Ney, you're finally up. Hurry up and get dressed. I've been waiting for you to get ready. We missed first half of practice." He says, tossing me some practice shorts, zipping his bag up.

"What do you mean we missed first half?" I pull off the clothes from last night and on the clothes Marc tossed. "Meaning, it's past two, and coach is going to beat our ass. Now let's go." He sighs, pulling me out of bed.

"Marc, chill. We get 30 minute breaks, and if we missed the first half, we have like 20 minutes left. Alright?" I say and scoff. Marc glares at me, annoyed. Sometimes being a football player was such a struggle, always being somewhere, and on time. Never got time to ourselves.

"Well, unlike you, I want to keep my place in the team. So hurry, please!" He grunts, anxiously tapping his finger on the doorknob.

"Okay, okay. Relax." I say, slipping on my slides and putting my cleats in a bag, and we zoom out the complex.

As soon as we arrive, Luis walks up to us and goes on and on about how irresponsible we are. But the only thing he made us do was run extra laps.

Then we joined the squad, as they were doing scrimmage.

"Ney, who was this Nina girl you kept murmuring in your sleep about?" Marc smirked, and everyone else did too.

Messi's head bops up as he hears the name of Nina.

"Nina, eh?" Messi winks, and causes an uproar of questions thrown at me by my mates.

"I don't have the slightest idea of what you're talking about, Bartra. I haven't talked to any girl, so you tried." I chuckle, and run a hand through my fabulous hair, I must say.

"How about Bruna?" The punk snickers. I suddenly kick the ball with a force I didn't know that I had in me. Why did this little shit think it was okay to bring her up like that?

"Do you not know?" I mumble, kicking the grass.

"Know what?" He asked, looking around confused.

Then my mates all whispered to him about what happened, and he stood there with one hand over his mouth, shocked.

"Dude, I'm sorry. I didn-"

"Yeah, you didn't. Forget it." I cut him off and begin to walk to the locker rooms.

"Coach, taking a sick day. Don't feel okay." I say, passing by him and he nods. Surprisingly, I think he knew I was feeling shitty.

I hop into my Audi and sit there. Why can't I forget that girl Nina? I rarely knew her. I just heard her voice once, yet somehow it felt like home. I laugh at myself. Look at me, Bruna's gone and I'm already going crazy. I have no idea how I'm going to redeem myself.

And honestly without Bruna, I don't think I want to.