Faking Us

Chapter Two

Chapter Two: An Ugly Duck

I got a text from Neymar.

From: Neymar11

Message: are u ready?!

I rolled my eyes and texted back a yes. I looked at myself in the mirror. I just planned to wear a black loose sweater and jeans with black converse. I had a snapback laying comfortably on my head. I dressed like a teenager because I can't afford any real adult clothes. It's sad but I don't mind. I'm still young.

I got another text from him.

From: Neymar11

Message: im outside hurry!!! :(

I groaned loudly. I grabbed my things and ran outside my house. As I ran outside, I saw Neymar's expensive car. This bastard just loves to show off.

As I closed the car door behind me I could hear Neymar's voice sound irritated.

"Are you serious?" He asked in disbelief.

"What?"

"You're wearing that?" He eyed me up and down, not in a good way.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" I defended myself. This was all I got.

"Nope, we're going shopping." He shook his head disappointedly as he pulled out from the curve. "If you want to be my girlfriend then might as well make it believable."

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. I muttered, "I never asked to date you, you asked me to pretend."

"Ah but you accepted." He gave me a sheepish wink before he laid his eyes back on the road.

I wanted to frown but I knew the edges of my lips were curving. As much as Neymar is annoying and such, he still is one of my friends. I wish he would've asked me somewhere privately where Marc couldn't hear. I know I had like a .001% chance with him but now I have zero.

We arrived at a high class mall. Technically the damn mall had multiple stories that it looked like a skyscraper. My mouth gaped open in awe. I've never been to a high class place, especially to get clothes. I usually shopped at the nearest thrifts shops.

I heard Neymar's car door open and close. I watched him go around his car to go to my side. I didn't unbuckle my seatbelt because I had no intentions of getting out. I would never be able to pay back Neymar if he buys me any clothes!

He opened the door and stepped to the side to let me out. I shook my head no. He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Catalina, this isn't the right time to fuss over anything. Get out of the car, we're going to go shopping."

I tightly grabbed onto the seatbelt, "I'm never going to be able to pay you back. I won't let you buy me anything. I'm not going and you can't make me." I gave him a serious expression.

After a few seconds of a battling glare fight, he lost it. He climbed over me to try to unbuckle my seatbelt. I sat still, unable to breathe. His face was approximately a few inches away from mine. His body towered over my currently paralyzed body. I've never been this close to a guy, let alone a hot guy.

He managed to unbuckle my seatbelt and he climbed off of me. He cocked his head to the side, "What are you all flustered about?"

"Nothing!" I squeaked, quickly hopping out of the car. He closed the car door.

He held his hand out to me, "Hold it."

I looked at him as if he was serious, "Excuse me?"

"If you're going to pretend to be my girlfriend we have to show some affection otherwise no one is going to believe that we're actually dating, it needs to be announced. The fans already see us together but we need to look like a real couple." He whispered so the people walking by couldn't hear.