The Bad Girls' Game | Neymar Jr.

Eight.

Ally's POV

I dial the number without even realizing what I am doing, otherwise I would have stopped myself.

The thing with Neymar is still kind of scary for me, yes, being friends with him is nice but I don't think we belong together as a couple although I sometimes feel those... sparks and churns in my stomach but those feelings aren't supposed to be there. I need to talk to someone who knows me, quickly, like right now. I phoned Lisa before but she seemed to have turned off her phone. Marc told me that we could talk later, he was busy with soccer practise but I couldn't wait anymore. So I call... him.

"Hello?" the familiar voice which I put on speaker before, answers the call.

"Hey, it's me, Ally."

"Ally! This is a real surprise, I didn't think that you would ever call me again after that confusing night."

"You thought wrong, Erik."

"Why are you calling Liebes?" his raspy voice sends shivers down my spine as my fingers tighten around the phone.

"Can we meet up? I really need somebody to talk."

It probably sounds pretty pathetic like a little girl crying and sobbing if her mama is not there. The silence is almost unbearable, I begin to bite my nails, a nervous habit of mine.

"I thought your manager is forbidding you something like meeting your ex up?"

"I don't care." I try to sound strong but my fingers tremble at the pure thought of Erik.

"Fine, let's go to the beach, be there at 9pm." Erik demands and I agree.

It was just two months ago, but it actually feels like a lifetime right now. Erik and me being a happy couple, me suddenly realizing that I don't love him anymore, at least not like a girlfriend should do, the break-up and last Erik's calls because he missed and still loved me. I have a feeling that he still hasn't gotten over me because of the way he danced with me at the party and can't deny a single plead of mine. Although I still don't know what came over me I prepare myself. Maybe I felt lonely and wanted accompany for the evening, maybe I needed somebody who gets my mind off of Neymar or maybe I was simply missing Erik.

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I take a quick look at my mobile.

Exact nine o'clock in the evening.

Erik is a punctual and accurate guy, he was never late when we met at places or he picked me up for some gala. I guess it's just one of the strengths Germans have; always being there on time and the want to make everything perfectly.

Luckily for me Erik has a gala in Barcelona this week. When we dated he told me that he loves the city and at one evening while watching the moon rise above the trees and after a little bit of alcohol we actually talked about what it would be like if we get married one day. Those times were happy times, I hate to admit it but I miss them. Just as I miss Neymar.

What, no. Not Neymar. Erik.

I look at my phone again. Five minutes after nine pm. It somehow terrifies me, my ex boyfriend isn't the one to miss an appointment or ditch somebody but Erik isn't going to come, I can feel it. My phone vibrates and I take it out of my bag again.

From: Erik🙈

Sorry, but we have to meet another time, I have to attend another gala Süße, don't be mad please x

To: Erik🙈

Prick.

I write back and throw my bag onto the sand in frustration and desperation. It would have been a great opportunity to make things up, to become good friends again but a simple gala is more important than me.