The Bad Girls' Game | Neymar Jr.

Three.

Ally's POV

"Come on linda, enter the car, we are late" Neymar claims, causing me to run out of the house.

"Hey baby" Neymar chuckles, being loud enough that the paparazzis are able to hear him and hugs me tightly while pressing his lips to my forehead.

"Hey" I reply, free myself from the hug and sit into the car quickly, wanting to avoid an awkward situation. I honestly have no idea how to react to Ney's moves.

Today Neymar is going to take me to Camp Nou, because Ms Brendall wants me to show up at his training sessions at least once a week. I'm quite excited because I'm going to meet such great football players.

The car drive is rather quiet, neither me nor him actually know what to talk about. I still don't like this fake relationship and Neymar's attitude at all.

"We are there" Neymar yells and we both get out of the car.

"Which team do you like best, Barça or Real?" he asks, leading me onto the field.

"I don't really have a favourite, I am not interested in football" I answer simply, trying to avoid any long conversation with him.

"But you have dated a few football player, didn't you?"

"First of all," I hiss, "it's none of your business and second, that doesn't have to mean that I like football, I just think many of the guys playing it are hot"

"Just like me" Neymar adds and grins widely at me, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Cocky, aren't we?"

"Me? Never"

"Ally, what are you doing here?" I hear a familiar voice asking behind me.

"Marc, is that you?" I say, turning around with a big smile.

"The one and only" none other than Marc Bartra smiles at me, opening his arms.

Marc and I have known us for about two months now, I met him at some festival and we got along immediately. But then things got heated with media saying Marc was cheating on his girlfriend with me and my manager forbid me to see him.

"I have missed you so much", I admit and throw myself into his arms.

"I have missed you too, bonita," Marc says, "by the way, hey Neymar"

"Hey," Neymar greets back coldly, "Ally, we have to go and act like a couple"

What the hell is wrong with him, he was happy like two seconds before? Bipolar much.

"Don't call me Ally, for God's sake!"

"You have to act like a couple? Why that?" Marc asks curiously.

"Because media is talking shit about me and her being in too many relationships, let's finally go" Neymar groans rather pissed and drags me away.

"Why are you in such a bad mood?" I ask, getting angry because of his behaviour.

"Because I have to do as if I'm in love with you or like you" he replies coldly, interwining our fingers.

I take a breath through gritted teeth, this comment gets me more upset than it should do. I push his hand away and walk by myself to the little group of Barça players in the middle of the field.

"Who's the girl Neymar?" a few of them ask as we join the group.

"It's Allison, and we are supposed to be a couple for media" Neymar quickly introduces me without sounding the slightest bit interested in me.