||| DISCONTINUED ||| Soccer Sisters {Neymar Jr/ Chicharito}

Part One- 6: Before Mexico

June's POV

Instead of looking into crystal clear brown eyes, I find myself staring into water filled eyes- eyes that look distraught. I feel my heart wanting to shatter because my boyfriend is on the verge of crying.

"What do you mean you're going with him?" Neymar runs a hand through his already messy hair. He falls to the cushions of the couch, and I slowly sit beside him, not really knowing how to word it.

"I have to Neymar. I have to go with Javier to Mexico. My parents will be there, and I haven't seen them since their wedding. I didn't see my mom for around eight months before then either. I was with Javier and Ana. I'm expected to support Javier and spend more time with my mom and step-father; it just makes sense that I go to Mexico," I explain.

"But we're together now and you should be coming to Brazil-"

"Damn it, Neymar! Stop making it harder than it is!" I wail, trying to stay strong in my resolve.

He clinches his jaw and fights back the tears that could erupt any second. I go to grab his hand and he recoils from  me. I bite my lip also trying not to cry. I don't want this to end poorly for either of us. I care about him a lot. He's not just any friend; he's my boyfriend.

"I wouldn't have to make it hard if you would just trust yourself and not rely on your brother!"

"I don't rely on him!"

"OH SHUT UP!!!" He yells, standing up.

I've never seen him this furious at me. I thought going to Mexico wouldn't make him this mad. It's my decision, and he should respect that- not throw a tantrum.

"I DON'T RELY ON MY BROTHER!" I yell, standing up as well.

He inches closer to me and I look up to him to see some veins popping out of his neck. He breathes low and heavy and I'm quite scared to be honest.

"YES YOU DO, JUNE! YOU'RE ALWAYS FUCKING TALKING ABOUT YOUR BROTHER! JAVIER THIS, JAVIER THAT. HE'S NOT EVEN FULLY YOUR BROTHER! YOU'RE SUCH A BIG BABY!" He yells, slamming some books off the table.

He storms upstairs, slamming his door a bit too hard. I stand there listening to my breath hitch. My hands turn into tight fists and I let out a screeching scream. I smash the blue vase next to me against the wall and watch it shatter into pieces.

"HAVE FUN IN BRAZIL, NEYMAR!" I yell sarcastically, running out the front door.

"Oh my God! You guys got in a fight! This is terrible!" Summer gasps, sitting on my bed next to my suitcase.

I roughly throw some clothes into my suitcase. Any other time, I would carefully roll them up to preserve space, but now I honestly don't give a damn. I'm too bothered by my argument with Neymar. I want to talk to Javier, but that would only prove Neymar's point that I rely on him too much. It's also not smart since Javier would probably flip out and yell a lot- I don't need either of those things to happen.

"NO SHIT SHERLOCK!" I snap turning to her with a grimace.

I watch her flinch at my voice and awkwardly look down at the carpet. My eyes widen at what I've done, and I slowly sit on my bed as Summer sticks a strand of her brown hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry. I'm just," I groan, breaking off.

"It's okay. I get it," she shrugs.

She slowly sits beside me and sighs.

"I have an idea!" She suddenly yells.

"What is it?"

"How bout we go somewhere to get your mind off things you know."