The Bad Girls' Game | Neymar Jr.

Sixteen.

Ally's POV

Tight arms are wrapped around my waist, giving me a feeling of incredible saveness and also... happiness. As I open my eyes slowly I find myself laying on a couch with Marc, my head on his chest and my arms around his torso. I move away a little bit and look at Marc who's still sleeping. He seems so relaxed in his sleep, it's actually kind of cute.

I get up and make my way to the kitchen, making breakfast for me and Marc.

Last night we were watching a couple of movies like The Lion King which made Marc sleep after a few minutes. Then we watched one of Marc's favourite movies, The Conjuring. I think I almost peed my pants, the film was too much for me, so we decided to just talk for a while and I phoned Lisa to tell her that I wouldn't come over tonight.

I hear blankets shift aside and a few seconds later someone puts their hands over my eyes, causing me to giggle.

"Stop it Marc!"

"Why should I, dulzura?"

I just shake my head and concentrate on not burning the pancakes I am making. Today is practise, and once again I have to accompany Neymar.

Neymar.

Just the pure thought of him makes me shiver and somehow sadness is filling my whole body.

"Do you think he will bring that blondie along?" I ask Marc quietly and he stays silent for a second.

"I don't think so, I mean, he can't, you still have that contract."

"I don't want the contract anymore." I mumble and put the pancakes on a plate.

"Can't you just tell your manager what happened? Maybe she will help you to get out of it." Marc suggests but I shake my head.

"I don't think she will do that."

"But it's worth a try!" Marc tries to convince me.

I shrug my shoulders and continue to make us breakfast.

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Neymar's POV

Dani wasn't a help, not at all. He told me that I have to apologize and show my pity, then I'd maybe have a chance. I groan as I get out of my bed and put clothes on. I wonder if Ally will come along today.

She can't just break the comtract, can she?

My thoughts are interrupted by the ringtone of my mobile.

Ai se eu te pego.

The song I have sung with Ally...

"Hello?" I answer the call.

"Good morning, I think we have to talk."

It is my manager who phoned me and I get quite concerned just by the way the words leave his mouth.

"Come to Ms Brendall's office in half an hour, I expect you to be there, otherwise there will be a lot of trouble."

"Okay Sir." I respond.

Ouh oh.

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As I enter the office just in time, I spot Ally already sitting there, wearing an oversized Barcelona sweatshirt and some leggings which fit her perfectly. I gulp when I notice that the sweatshirt is probably from another player from Barcelona, it can just be Marc's.

"Senhor da Silva Santos Júnior, take a seat." Ms Brendall says coldly.

I peek over to Ally as I sit down. She looks broken and sad, it makes me want to go mad. It's all because of me.