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

Part One- 7. Flight to Mexico

June's POV

I have no idea how the plane worked but Javier and I had seats next to each other in first class and Summer was in front of us. I threw my purse in the overhead compartment and slid my carry on under Summer's seat.

I pulled out my headphones and plugged them into my phone. I pull up my music app and set my phone to airplane mode. Javier does the same thing and I rest my head on his shoulder. We buckle our seat belts and wait for everyone to board the plane. We keep our heads down so people don't recognise us and it works extremely well.

I zone out all the safety procedures and Javier grabs my hand. He knows I hate take off during flights. The plane starts on it's way down the runway and I take deep breaths, trying not to have a panic attack. He flips the arm rest between our two seats up and gives me a reassuring smile. Javier wraps an arm around my shoulders and I bury my face in his chest. He rubs my back in a soothing pattern and I try not to burst out crying but fail. Sobs rack my body and I'm shaking all over the place. My hands tremble and my head starts to throb. I feel my heart pounding in my chest and I hold on to Javier's neck. Poor guy has to put up with this everytime we fly, which is quite often. I'm fine once we're flying, but take off gives me anxiety. There's no real reason why I hate take off- I just do and it's really stupid.

We reach cruising height and we unbuckle our seat belts. Javier kisses my forehead and murmurs, "No te preocupes. Se acabó," in my ear over and over, while rubbing my back. {Do not worry. It's over.} I let his words sink into my head and I slowly nod. I sit up and use the sleeve of Neymar's hoodie to wipe away a few tears lingering tears.

"Hey, look at me. It's alright. Don't cry, June," he soothes rocking me back and forth, like a little child.

"Thanks. Ugh that was stressful," I mutter rubbing my temples, getting ready to play my music. Javier places a hand over my phone and unplugs my headphone. "Hey! What gives? I was gunna sleep."

"What happened last night and this morning? With Neymar and Marc?" Javier presses, catching me off guard.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I sniff reaching for my phone.

"Nope. Not til I hear what happened and why you and Summer wanted to go to Dame un Beso and why you danced with Marc," Javier pops my phone in his shorts pocket.

"If you think keeping my phone there is going to prevent me from fishing it out, you'll be sorely disappointed," I scoff.

"Please tell me. You came home from Neymar's in a mood. You looked like you had been crying. Please tell me."

I sigh and debate about it. I figure that he'll find out one way or another and I'd rather tell him than him hear about it from Neymar or Summer. If Javier hears about it from Neymar, he'd probably end up punching him in the face or worse. It's not that Neymar can't handle himself, because he can, it's that I don't want my brother and my boyfriend at each other's throats. I reluctantly nod and turn to face him.

"Promise you won't get mad or change your mind," I beg.

"I have a bad feeling now but alright."

"Okay we had a fight about me going to Mexico. Neymar said I rely on and talk about you too much which is stupid because you're not even related to me by blood. He said I should be going to Brasil with him and he called me a big baby. Neymar said I didn't trust myself. So we fought about that and he ran upstairs to his room and I threw a vase before I ran back to Sergi and Summer's. Then I went and finished packing," I explain looking down, not wanting to see Javier's reaction.

"Did he touch you? He didn't hit you, did he?" Javier demands raising my chin to look at him.

"No. Never," I lie thinking about the club and how he tore me away from Marc and tossed me behind him, preventing me from reaching my friend.