Wasted (Neymar Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Twenty-One

Twenty-One

 

-Gabriela-

In my whole entire 20 years of existence on earth, I had only been kissed by two people on the lips. I know, I know, I sound like I don’t have a life—I don’t.

Also, I doubt that Messi would actually approve of someone kissing me, even if it was a totally nice guy, so let alone someone like Neymar. He’d probably punch the life out him.

Oh God. I was already wincing, thinking about how would punch the life out of Stegen.

“Why the f*ck were you kissing my baby girl?” Messi’s voice was steel hard as he grabbed Stegen by the collar. Even though the blonde was so much taller than him (by 20 centimeters, probably) Stegen gulped. He knew well that Messi would probably beat him into a pulp.

“I,” Stegen scrambled to find an answer. “Um-” He saw Messi clenching his fist tighter at the collar of his shirt. “Please don’t hurt me!”

“Messi,” I placed an arm on his arm. “Just hear him out.”

Mess looked over at me. “Oh, so you’re on his side.” He said, giving me a look.

I sighed, exasperated as I tried with all my might to push Messi away from the scared shitless blonde. “No, Mess. I’m on neither. Just because Stegen was being a total douche a few minutes ago, you don’t have to be one too.”

“Hey,” They chorused in unison.

“Stegen, sorry but I look to you as a brother. Nothing more, no feelings involved; just friends, okay? Messi; you are my brother. Let the poor kid go before you scare him into wetting his pants.” I ordered. Messi sighed and let him go, making him suck in a deep breath and rubbed his neck.

“It’s Neymar isn’t it? I bet if it weren’t because of him, you’d kiss me back.” Stegen said, boldly. I looked at him, wide-eyed.

“What did you mean?” Messi asked cautiously. Suddenly, Stegen smirked as he feigned a look of innocence.

“Oh, you know, about the whole Neymar sleeping with Gabriela thing; she hasn’t moved on.” Stegen said the words and I felt as if my whole world has crashed down as Messi was stunned speechless.

“I am going to find that Brazilian boy and punch him into a bloody Citrus pulp!” Messi screamed after Stegen left the house. He then grabbed me, roughly, by shoulders and looked at me in the eyes. “Why the hell did you freaking sleep with Neymar freaking da Silva Santos Junior? I-it’s Neymar da freaking Silva Santos Junior!”

He was on a roll as I tried to calm him down. My heart sank as I saw him so angry. I guess Neymar and I really didn’t have a chance, right? I mean, with Messi being like this and all. He obviously does not approve of Neymar as a boyfriend for me, his ‘baby sister’ who really isn’t at all that baby, honestly. Messi would probably kick Neymar out of the house before he can even say hello to me.

But… I thought as Messi paced up and down the path, still not believing how his baby sister had just easily given up her V-card. Why am I thinking about so much?

It’s not like we are going to be together, right?

I can only wish. Only wish.

“Stop it!” I screamed as I tried to push Messi away. I slammed my back against the doors so that he couldn’t open it. “Think. And breathe, and then think. You do not want to do this, Mess.”