The Bad Girls' Game | Neymar Jr.

Eleven.

Ally's POV

The beach is barely lightened; just a few lampions here and there give it a little brightness. The sand underneath my feet is wet, but I absolutely love the feeling, it's one of my favourite ones. I am quite nervous, yet I still don't know what Erik wants, or what is going to happen. My stomach turns at the thought of what Erik wants to talk about. I try to calm myself, take deep breaths and count my steps.

67; 68; 69; 70; 71; -

"You actually came Ally, I am surprised."

I look up and see Erik standing there, just as handsome as I remember him; a plain white button-up shirt with casual jeans and Nike's. He grins and pulls me into a long hug as he used to when we haven't seen each other in a few weeks or months.

"I did," I respond, "why did you even want me to come?"

Erik grins again and bites his lip sexily. Neymar always does the same thing when he's completely focused on something or deep in thoughts.

Fuck.

And there we go again, Neymar creeps into my thoughts.

"I thought we can just... talk about the things that happened in the club."

"Listen Erik, I was completely wasted, I didn't know what I was doing-"

"And you called me after the night to meet up again and I am one hundred per cent sure that you were sober" he interrupts me, his glance meeting mine directly.

"I-I was out of mind, I-I was desperate, I-"

"You know as well as I do that you are trying to make up excuses for what you did when the whole situation is pretty clear."

His piercing blue eyes make me shiver, causing me to groan in frustration and think about the possibilities I have to leave without making Erik suspicious and making him think that I am one of those heartbreaker girls.

I turn my back to him and try to clear my thoughts, massaging my forehead lightly.

"Ally... you know that we are perfect for each other." Erik breaths into my neck, suddenly standing right behind me and touching my waist lightly.

My breathing gets heavier by the second, my heart nearly stops.

"Erik, you know as well as I do that this is not going to work."

"It's worth a try, don't you think?"

He moves even closer, his lips are already touching my ear, lightly kissing it.

"No Erik!" I say and free myself from his grip, facing him again.

"I will prove you." Erik whispers huskily and presses his lips against mine.

I expect my stomach to fill with butterflies and my body with warmth immediately but nothing happens. It is kind of the same as if you would kiss your older brother, you simply don't love him in that specific way.

I am about to hit Erik in the balls hardly that he will let me go when the flashes of cameras go off.

Oh oh.

I pull away immediately, shock and desperation plaster my face.

"Leave me the fuck alone Erik!" I yell and turn around to run away, already feeling the salt taste of tears on my lips.

"Ally!" I hear him yell but decide to ignore him.

I sprint down the street, completely out of mind, not knowing where I go, not knowing what will happen next. The only thing I notice are tears burning in my eyes, making my vision blurry.