Unlikely Love?

Its A Partayy

Jasmina P.O.V

'Bruna's words from earlier continued replaying in my mind. Whatever. I decided to shake her off by blasting some party music on the way there. "Anaconda" By Nicki Minaj came on, and I tried to rap the whole thing, while Ney laughed hysterically, then 2 on by Tinashe, then "Hot N**ga" By Bobby Shmurda.

"Bouta week agoooo!" Neymar exclaimed.

I cracked up, he was so funny, I didn't know he listened to rap that much. Then, "I'm different" By 2 Chainz came on, just as we pulled up.

"Pulled up to da scene wit ma cellin missin," I rapped in sync. That was totally planned.(Sarcasm)

after we parked and he turned off the ignition, Neymar told me to wait in the car while he got out. I heard his footsteps outside of my door, as he kindly opened it and gestured for me to step out. "Obrigado Ney," I say as I step out. Oh Neymar, I know you're staring at my ass. "Stop staring Ney," I said as we were walking up to the entrance , paparazzi flashing away with their cameras while asking random questions for juicy gossip in their boring tabloids. "How'd you know?" He asked me while blushing and scratching the back of his neck, he's such a cutie.

"Female intuition Ney." I say. We finally enter the club, and some people were already drink and stumbling, jeez, isn't it too early to be this turnt up? I turned to my right, and Ney was already gone, guess he already found one of his teammates. I kept walking until I was stopped by this handsome guy who seemed around my age, dirty blonde hair, and most likely drunk. "You're preeetttyyyy" He said, kissing my hand, the smell of alcohol burning my nose. I made a face of disgust and said, "Thank you?" As he stumbled away. I found an empty table in the corner and decided to chill there for a minute. Neymar where did you go? I thought to myself.

I looked around and finally found some of the guys, so I decided to go talk with them for a while until Ney came back around, but he never did.

Then all the sudden, a pair of all too familiar eyes and mine made contact. It was Bruna. She was wearing this painstakingly tight dress, and her pumps were like 9 inches tall and looked unbelievably uncomfortable. Her makeup was wayy over-done, tbh, she looked like a joke. She smirked evilly and turned away from me and stroked somebody's hair. It was brown like Ney's- wait that was him! What was he doing? Instead of making a scene and confronting him, I stayed low key for a little bit, he seemed fine until she leaned in, and did something unbelievable. She kissed him, and sat on his lap. My blood boiled harder that canola oil. She turned and smirked at me again, and the worst part was, he didn't seem to have a problem. They say, don't lurk unless you want your feelings hurt, well thats true. My fists were balling up, and my teeth, were clinching slowly in my mouth. I felt like I was going to snap at any moment so I rushed to the bathroom to calm down before breaking hers or somebody else's face.

I looked at myself on the mirror, what was wrong with me? What was I missing that she had? My small amount of mascara began to creep down my face along with a few tears as I had a mini breakdown. No JFlawless, no more crying. I say to myself, enough. I sucked it up, dried off my face, reapplied a bit of mascara, and headed back out. I looked over at the spot where they were at before I left but they were no where to be found. This couldn't mean anything good. I could feel my blood boiling inside me, as I scanned the club again. I knew I shouldn't have let him go off in his own. I thought I saw them walking hand and hand until a sober Marcelo jumped in front of my face. "Ayy Jasmina, you look beautiful!" He said, at least he wasn't drunk.

"Thank you Marcelo my friend, you look handsome yourself." I say.

Then, out of no where, Dani Alves jumps into the conversation. "Jasmina! Come with me now!" before I could testify, he had already grabbed my hand and dragged me to the corner of the club.

"You saw him walk out with her didn't you?" he asked, sounding aggravated.

"Who?" I asked checking to see if he was legitimate.

"Don't lie, I can see the fire in your eyes, you saw too, and you're mad señorita."

Wow I showy emotions WAYY too easily.

"Who is she to him, all I know is her name, Bruna."

"He never told you? Anyways, her names Bruna Marquezine, his ex, nobody liked her on this team, or Barca, she was a real brat. Anyways, you have to stop her, before she tries to twist his mind around into thinking he loves her not you." Dani Alves you are a life saver, because once I get my hands on Ney I'm going to yell at him for not telling me about this hoe. "Where'd they go?" I Said. He pointed to a closed door. "Ok Dani thanks, and if I get kicked outta this club tonight, you'll know why."

He laughed, "Go get 'er Jflawless, just don't hurt her too bad!" Yeah right, I'm about to teach her a lesson, after tonight she'll be afraid to even step foot near Neymar without thinking about what I'm about to do to her.

Without hesitating, I burst through the closed door into a dark room, turning on the light revealing a drunk Neymar making out with a sober Bruna.