The Bad Girls' Game | Neymar Jr.

Seventeen.

Marc's POV

"Yeah, just because he treats your girl better than you probably ever could, doesn't mean that you have to show your anger in that way." I hear Piqué saying angrily.

That's when my ankle slowly starts to get numb and I hear sirens, voices of my teammates and my own screams mixed together.

"It's too much for him, we will give him some sedation." an unknown guy says and I feel a needle being put into my arm. And with that I black out.

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Ally's POV

"Hello?"

"It's me Sergi!"

I knew that something wasn't right when I saw the caller ID, Sergi normally doesn't call me.

"What's up?" I ask, switching the TV channel again.

"Marc... He... He is on the way to the hospital..."

I sit there in shock for at least five seconds before I actually realize what Sergi just told me.

"What happened? Which hospital?" I respond and reach for my shoes and jacket.

Sergi explains that Marc will tell me and gives me the address as I hurry out of the door, completely scared.

I phone Lisa while driving and explain her why I will probably come home late.

It takes me over twenty minutes to reach the hospital and as I finally storm into it through the hallway to see Marc, Sergi stops me on my way.

"Marc isn't here, they need him for x-rays." he tells me and looks quite worried.

"Can you please tell me what happened?!" I beg, looking around hectically in hope I will spot him somewhere.

Sergi sighs deeply but begins to explain.

"We were doing some training match and Neymar tried to get past him to score. Marc defended our goal and Neymar kicked him on the ankle."

"Why should Neymar do that?!" I groan in frustration, moving my hand through my hair.

Why am I even defending him?

"Because he's jealous as hell. You should have seen him before the practise started, he almost punched Marc in the face."

I take a deep breath and let all the information sink in. It's hard to believe that Neymar is actually jealous because I am spending more time with Marc now. I mean, he has the fake blondie, what else does he need?

Finally the door to Marc's room opens and a doctor steps outside, looking at us questioningly.

"Are you here for Mr" he searches in his documents, "Marc Bartra?"

"Yes, we are!" I say worried and want to get past the doctor but he holds me back.

"Well, it seems that your friend has a broken ankle and since I've heard he's a football player, he is not able to play for at least five weeks straight."

Sergi seems to be unable to reply something so I nod softly and guide him past the doctor into the room.

Marc looks horrible, I don't think I am able to forget this sight ever again. His face is buried in a white pillow, his hair is incredibly messy. His whole body seems to be without energy, completely powerless, his arms and legs just lay on the white sheets, the right foot is bandaged.

I run over to one side of the bed and take his hand in mine, rubbing circles with my thumb on it.

"Wake up Marc, please!" I whisper and use the other hand to stroke his hair out of his face.

"I think he's going to be okay..." Sergi manages to say quietly.

I nod and get myself a chair.

It's going to be a long day.

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Neymar's POV

The bar is just five minutes away from Camp Nou if you take the car; in my case as I have to walk, it's fifteen.

Although it is only 7pm, a few guys are sitting already in there, drinking their beers and watching some football match, I guess it's Chelsea against Bayern.

"THAT WAS A PENALTY!" one of the man screams on the top of his voice, smashing his beer glass onto the wooden desk.

"Calm down Charlie, I am sure it was not!"

"I can't believe that you support Chelsea there!" Charlie argues and orders another beer.

I sit down directly at the bar. A girl, probably around my age, approaches me, grinning flirtatiously.

"You are the football player Neymar, aren't you? What would you like to drink?" she twirls her light brown hair and winks at me.

"A shot for me please." I respond, completely ignoring the fact that she tries to flirt with me.

"I am Valentina by the way." she tells me as she hands me the shot.

I just nod and don't even try to hide my uninterested face expression, only thinking about Ally and how Marc practically stole her away from me.

And how I made him pay for it...

I swallow the burning liquid and feel the alcohol running into my body immediately.

"One more." I tell Valentina and peek over to the two men that are still argueing about the penalty for Bayern.

"There you go!"

The girl grins at me, leaning over the counter closer to me, showing her cleavage off but I don't even notice.

I gulp the shot and order two more as I start to care less than before.

My phone starts ringing; it's Piqué.

'Yeah, just because he treats your girl better than you probably ever could, doesn't mean that you have to show your anger in that way'

I deny the call and take the two shots. I can't quite figure out what's happening anymore, everything is blurry. Groaning, I leave a little bit of money on the table and stumble out of the bar. Paparazzis immediately mob me as I try to find my way back to Camp Nou.

"Are you and Allison Smith still together?"

"Who was the blonde girl?"

"Did you cheat on Allison?"

"Is it true that Allison is pregnant with your baby?"

I push my way through the paparazzis but being pulled around the corner the next second.

"W-What t-the-"

"Are you drunk Neymar?!" a familiar voice yells, but I can't make out who it is.

"If the coach gets to see you drunk, you will not play against Arsenal!"

Finally I recognize it's Dani with a worried look on his face.

"I will drive you home and you won't go out anymore, did I make that clear?"

"Yes Daniiii!" I reply drunkly as he lifts me up to get to his car.

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