Soccer Imagines

Liar

For : @JaneBoueri
Requested : Kinda..I asked & she agreed
Content : nothing dirty
Warnings : none --> PG-13
I finally now have time to do this. I'm soo sorry for the wait I've been really busy so I know have managed to squeeze it in. :)
Enjoi!!!
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Jane's POV:

  Neymar has been acting really strange lately. Coming home at 3 AM, always on his phone, smiling at his phone...who smiles at their phone? Neymar is a pretty trustworthy person and I wouldn't doubt him but my suspicions are raising every time. I have decided to try and catch him in the act; if that means laying on the couch in the dark to see what he is doing, I'm willing to try.
-*-: 3AM :-*-

Oh.My.God. What the hell is he doing? I mean, I've texted you like 500 gazillion times and you havent answered! Suddenly the doorknob starts jiggling and I hear voices. His. And a...girl ? No no no...this can't be happening. The front door opens and I see him and a chick press against the wall.

"Você é tão bonita (your so beautiful) ." He moans loudly. Her breathing hitches and I'm guessing he is fingering her.

"Não pare (dont stop) " She moans hitting the wall.
Please do stop. If you really cared, you would.

Their moans combined were getting extremely loud and I'm laying on the couch huddled into the pillows listening to this. My suspicions are correct: he is cheating on me .

"E sobre Jane? (what about Jane?) " She asks. A small smile pulls on my face. She truly does care.

"Ela não sabe. (she doesn't know) " The smile quickly fades and I feel tears welling up. Everything is silent and I hear them go into the loft downstairs to finish each other off. Quickly I run up the stairs and into our bedroom. The tears are coming now. She doesn't know , well of course I dont! I have enough evidence to confront him tomorrow. Going into the closet I grab all my shit and throw everything into some duffel bags. I'm leaving tomorrow and he won't stop me this time.
*_*: Next Day : *_*

When I woke up, Neymar wasn't there. Was he fucking another hoe in the kitchen? Nah, I didn't hear anything. Opening the door I slowly walk down the stairs but stop when I hear him on the phone. But he isn't speaking in Portuguese, he is speaking English.

"Of course. Why wouldnt I love you?"
Who the hell are you talking too?

"No babe, Jane doesn't know. And the plan is for her NOT to know. She is pretty clueless so I've been getting away with this for 7 months."
7 MONTHS?!?!? OH MY GOD.

"Why wouldnt I love you? Your flawless in every way."
And I'm not flawless?

" Alright Lindsay (mystery girls name) I love you so much. I will see you soon. Okay, love you too." And he hung up.
That's it. Last straw.

Walking back up the stairs I grabbed every bag and carried them down the stairs. Sitting them by the door I stopped to go into the kitchen and grab my phone. I put my things in my car before walking back inside to confront him. I saw him sitting in the loft watching TV; the anger boiled up even more. Grabbing a shoe I chucked it at the screen. It didn't break but it got his attention. He stood up and looked at me.

"Jane, what the hell?!"

"Dont you "what the hell" me! What the fuck are you doing going behind my back and cheating on me?!" I yelled throwing my hands in the air. His eyes widened and he gasped.

"Didn't think I would find out did you? Seven months, huh? Seven, fucking months you've been playing me." I hissed glaring at him. His eyes were glued onto me before he spoke.

"Jane, babe, its not what it looks like."

"NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE?! OKAY, YEAH HAHA JOKES ON ME! I WAS ON THE DAMN COUCHING WHILE YOU WERE FUCKING HER AGAINST THE WALL!!!" I screamed at him. He ran his hands through his hair and turned his back to me.

"Lindsay is just a frie-"

"She is NOT just a friend!" I snapped walking out of the room. I heard him following me until I whirled around and slapped him.

"I thought you actually loved me. Two years Neymar, TWO YEARS. And your willing to throw it all away for the seven months you've played me behind my back?!" The tears were pouring out of my eyes as I waited for his response.

"I love you Jane. And only you." I slapped him again.

"You fucking LIAR !! Dont you DARE say you love me!" He held his cheek and looked at me hard.

"I'm sorry Jane. Just please don't leave me." He pled holding back his tears. I shook my head and walked towards the door. Neymar grabbed my hand and made me look at him.

"No Neymar. Im leaving and I'm not coming back for awhile. You've broken my trust in you and I can't be with a liar." I said hoarsely. He shook his head in disbelief.

"This was the only time!" He cried.

"No it wasn't. People talk to me. I'm not an idiot and I'm definitely not clueless. " I replied walking to my car. He followed and stopped me from getting in.

"Move Neymar."

"No. Not until you forgive me." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"I forgive you." He smiled and moved to let me in. But he realized I was lying.

"Are you serious?"

"No. I dont forgive LIARS. " I said pulling out and into the street. He was on the ground crying and screaming. Shaking my head I carried on driving.
Maybe if he wasn't a liar I would still be there.
Maybe if he was faithful I would still be there.
Just Maybe.
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Done!
There you go Jane, I hope you enjoy!!
xxx
ashyboo10