The Bad Girls' Game | Neymar Jr.

Nine.

Neymar's POV:

I grab Ally's hand gently and pull her closer to me. Dozen of cameras go off, several people shout at us.

"Neymar, Ally over here!"

"You are the cutest couple, I love you!"

The paparazzis and fans are literally mobbing us and I have the urge to protect Ally since she started to shake like crazy as she first recognized the big crowd.

"NEYMAR I WANT A PHOTO WITH YOU PLEASEEE"

I look at my watch, noticing we are running late because training will start in about ten minutes and I still have to change.

"I'm sorry guys, not today." I excuse to my supporters quickly and enter Camp Nou with Ally.

We go out onto the field and I spot Marc from a distance. The same thoughts as always creep in my mind; why does Ally like him more than me? What is so special about him what I don't seem to have?

I peek over to Ally and see her looking to Marc rather shyly but as their glances meet they both turn their heads away.

What has happened?

"Neymar?"

"The one and only." I answer simply and can't help but admire her beauty like always when I take a glance at her.

If she could only be mine.

Ally rolls her eyes because of my response but continues anyway, seeming somehow anxious and nervous.

"Can you kiss me? I mean, like, right now?"

I couldn't be more suprised about the sudden change of her opinion but a warm feeling is filling my whole body since she asked me to kiss her.

"Of course princesa."

I lean down and our lips touch softly, causing my heart to skip a beat and butterflies to appear in my stomach. This sounds stupid and cheesy but it exactly feels like that.

My hands find their way to her waist while hers are wrapped around my neck, tugging on my hair slightly as I deepen the kiss.

"Neymar, would you be so kind and participate the training?" my coach yells as I am about to use my tongue.

I pull away and groan quietly.

"Sorry meu amor."

"It doesn't matter Neymar," Ally smiles at me friendly and pushes me forward, "now go and train for God's sake!"

I laugh at her and jog over to my team mates who are already waiting for me. The coach is announcing a friendly match against Arsenal and names a few exercises we have to do today but I am honestly not paying attention, Ally is all I can think about.

Why did she want to kiss me?

Does she like me for real?

Or was that a little show for the paparazzi?

"...and Marc with Neymar, let's start!"

Marc walks over to me and hands me a ball, gesturing me to come with him.

"Sorry I probably was daydreaming, what do we have to do?", I ask, sending Marc an apologizing look as we walk a little bit away from the crowd to have more space.

"One-on-one like always" he explains and clears his throat while pulling me aside, "Can you do me a favor Neymar?"

"Depends on what kind of favor." I chuckle but notice that Marc seems nervous for some reason, he can't stand still for longer than a second since he moves from one foot to the other.