Unlikely Love?

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*2 hours later*

It 10:30, kinda early to get ready for the shoot, but I was bored so I figured why not? I hopped into the shower, first washing my hair, then my body. After I came out the shower I dried my hair and myself. I slid on my black leggings, nike hoodie, and let my loose, wavy hair down for a day. I decided to watch movies to pass the time. I popped in my favorite movie, Tyler Perry's Family Reunion. By the time that was over it was about time for me to leave. I grabbed my sunglasses, and keys and headed out the hotel, towards my car.

As I walked up to the shoot, I got soo nervous. You got this JFlawless, after all you are flawless! I say to myself, I know I'm crazy talking to myself. "Jasmina?" A blonde lady asked at the desk. "Yes that's me!" I say, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Well, this way towards hair and make up, you will be doing a lingerie, swimsuit, and Brasilian World Cup themed shoot today, all 3 with the famous Neymar!" She sounded more hype than me, wow. Oh Jesus, how much I missed the hustle and bussle, the entire modeling atmosphere. I sat down and soon 2 women walked over to me. "Ola, I am Noel, and I will be taking care of your gorgeous hair today." And the other, "Olaa my name is Gabi, and I'm doing your makeup, let's make you look even more beatiful!" In all, it only took about a good 45 minutes because Noel put beatiful beach wanes in my hair, and Gabi gave me a nice natural look with the makeup. when I looked in the mirror, I was amazed! Surprising what some curls and a bit of makeup can do!

First, was the Swimwear, great. a Just great. Now where was-nevermind. "Well, look who it is, Jasmina." He said. He looked amazingly attractive, he was shirtless, and can I say fit? Oh lord, and tanned. But I still don't like him. I could tell he was inspecting me inside my bikini. Ok Neymar, you can stop staring now, I can't wait until this is over." I say. "Not me, I can watch from this view all day long." He said, kinda coldly. Ugh my gosh, why couldn't i do this with James Rodriguez or somebody else, why Neymar?

The director told us to get more closer and intimate, as I was supposed to be like a reenactment of a romantic night in the beach. Ugh, kill me now, that meant he was going to have to touch me in the most awkward places. "Neymar, grab her waist, pull get towards you, and look her in the eyes!" Shouted the director. I wanted to kill him. Neymar did as he was told. His hands felt strong, but protective. But I just couldn't look him in the eyes, how can you be so close to someone you don't like and look them in the eyes? Then, was the lingerie. The worst part. "Ok, now make this one the most sexy, and believing." The director said. I was about ti choke him literally. I guess this was what Neymar was talking about earlier when he said I wouldn't feel the same about him later. I had on a really skimpy lingerie bra, and my underwear showed some cleavage as well. I guess he had his own things in his mind, because as soon as this particular shoot started, neymar had his hands all over my body. I could feel him move his hands lower until he got to my lower lower back. then he lifted my left leg around his waist and brung his lips so close to my neck I could feel his breath, and smell his colonge. He smirked again, as if to say , I told you so! What a teaser. We kept doing poses like that, until we finished that frame. "Wow! Amazing you two! Jasmina, you looked very beautiful indeed! Very stunning!" I blushed a bit, such a nice compliment.

"So about what I told you earlier." He said to me. "It was just a shoot, calm your hormones buddy, I'm not that type of girl, even if I was I wouldn't do it with you." I say, I'm getting good at this! "Haha, ok, we'll see who's going to be screaming my name in bed." I gave him a cold stare and rushed away. I know this little cocky, stuck up boy, did not just say that. If he thinks he is going to get me in his bed, he's got another thing coming. I walked away, but I heard him shout out, "hey Jasmina, we should be Friends!" I heard him laugh and he walked the opposite way. Is this boy drunk? First he was being a freak and now, trying to be friends?

*Next Morning*

Since the hotel had free all you can eat breakfast I thought i'd slide through for a couple pancakes. I dressed pretty lazily well, because, you shouldn't have to dress up for a breakfast buffet right? I tied my hair in a high ponytail, threw on my white tank top, a pink nike hoodie, black leggings and my white nike Air Force high tops. "So, baby, what are you going to do today?" I heard a familiar voice who seemed to be on the phone in the hallway. I already knew it was Neymar so I slid on my beats, and did my model runway walk down the other side of the hallway so he wouldn't notice me, I hope he wasn't going to the breakfast too. Of course, as I walk into the cafe, I spot him there, with 2 other chicks. One with short, dark brown hair, and the other, with mid back length light brown hair. I laughed in my mind, looking at them and calling them basics, who I don't associate with. Sorry if that sounded really mean. But why was he there with 2 other chicks when he was just calling some other girl 'baby' on the phone not too long ago? You know what, I shouldn't even care, I'm not here for relationship statuses, I'm here for breakfast, and I'm pretty hungry. "Is that the model you did the shoot with the other day?" I heard a high pitched voice say. I looked out the corner of my eye. Of course it was one of the basics. She sounded jealous, but I'm not sure why, I would never like Neymar like that. "Yeah, but don't worry about her, the only girl I have an interest in is you." He said to her, and she started laughing. I could tell she was trying to make me jealous because she kept mentioning me, and glaring over at me. But me being JFlawless, didn't feel like dealing with her at the moment, just slid on my beats and starting jamming to my hip hop. As soon as I finished my food I was about to get up and throw it away, until I felt my feet slip from under me, but a solid pair of hands keep me up from falling. I looked up to see it was a tall, tan Brasilian boy, with curls all over his head, and deep, brown eyes, he was beautiful. "Oh my gosh, thank you for catching me-" he cut me off, "you're welcome, and by the way, you're beautiful, what's your name?" He asked. "Jasmina," I say, "And yours?" "Giovanni, but you can call me Gio." "That's a really cute name, and I like to go by JFlawless, if you don't mind." He smiled slightly as I said that. "That's a new nickname, I like it though, and what a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl." He flirted, I blushed a bit. "Jasmina, I mean JFlawless, may I have your number please?" I nodded yes, and we exchanged numbers and said our goodbyes. I couldn't get over that moment. Before I knew it, I was looking around the room for some napkins to wipe off my hand, until Neymar and my eyes met. I think he saw the whole thing, because of his facial expression. He looked jealous, why? He didn't like me I thought. Oh well, I say to myself, told you two can play at that game. And with that, I smirked to myself, slid on my beats and walked away.
As I made it to my hotel room, my phone notifications were going off already. What now? I thought.
(Giovanni-G Jflawless-J)

G: Hey, sorry to bother you so early, I'd like it if we could get together as meet each other somewhere so we can get to know each other better😉.
J: Hey, it's ok, and I like that idea too!😋.
G:Want to meet up at the cafe across the street tomorrow morning for breakfast?
J: Sure, is 9Am ok?
G: Of course, see you there beautiful!🌸
J: Aww, you're so sweet, see you soon handsome!😉
I couldn't help but grin like a complete idiot, I was excited to get to know him, he seemed very humble, and caring. Just then a loud, and obnoxious knock at the door interrupted my peaceful thoughts. I frowned at the door. As I opened it I was highly astonished to see Neymar standing there. What does he want now? "What? What do you want now? Why do you keep showing up at my suite? I thought you didn't like 'amateurs' " I questioned aggressively. "Look, I only came here because I had to, Scolari says be at the stadium by 3:30 Pm this afternoon, don't be late." He said coldly, and with that, walked away. I think this boy is bipolar, wasn't he just asking to be friends not too long ago, now he's back to being an asshole. I don't even care, I don't like him, he doesn't like me, at least I don't think.