Twenty-One.

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Ally's POV

Today is round two of 'making Neymar as jealous as possible because I want him to be mine again'.

To be mine again?! I must have serious issues...

Lisa told me yesterday that everything is going on plan, Neymar was, or better, still is jealous, that's at least what she thinks.

"Earth to Ally!" Alexis shouts and waves with his hand infront of my face, causing me to snap out of my daze and laugh at him.

"Sorry, I was just daydreaming."

"About me, I suppose!" someone, Marc to be specific, whispers in my ear huskily, making me shiver and my heart skip a beat.

"You scared the hell out of me Marc!" I respond as he wraps his muscular arms around my waist while resting his head on my shoulder.

"I am sorry dulzura." he grins and pecks my cheek, not seeming to be sorry at all.

I open my mouth to reply something but then I spot Neymar. To my surprise he's not alone. As they come closer I can slowly make out the person beside him that holds his hand and sends him languishing glances.

Laury.

"What is she doing here?!" I whisper-shout angrily that only Alexis, Sergi and Marc are able to hear me but they shrug their shoulders in unsion, looking as unpleased as I am.

"Hey guys!" Neymar speaks up as he reaches our little crowd with Laury hanging on him like a baby monkey on its mum, "Are you alright with Laury coming along?"

Nobody says something, nobody moves and we are just standing there awkwardly, looking at Neymar who waits for a response unimpatientely.

"O-Of course." Andrès fake-smiles as everyone stays quiet.

"Perfect." Neymar grins and pulls Laury to him closer, connecting his lips with hers forcefully.

I turn away in pain, feeling some kind of heartbroken. He was being serious when he told Ms Brendall that we are not going to need those two weeks. It´s unbearable to watch them, it somehow makes me want to cry and to bring as much distance as possible between us.

Neymar and Laury start making those disgusting kissing noises I really hate and make me want to throw u, especially when those sounds come from an asshole and a whore.

"Come on." Marc mumbles into my hair, putting his hands on my waist and pushes me forward gently.

"I want to go home Marc." I sigh and already feel like I am on the edge of crying again.

"If you are going home now, he will know that you still like him and he will consider you as a weak girl."

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