What happens next? ● [Neymar Jr]

2 - Blame it on the drink

7:30PM

My body sank into the depth of the bath filled with bubbly luke warm water that submerged my olive skin. I had one hour until this charity dinner that Rebecca was insistant I went to. It was for a sporting charity and I knew exactly why she wanted to go. The men. I laughed to myself as I slowly clambered out of the bath and towel dried myself before searching through my wardrobe. Cheetah jumpsuit?.. No too tacky, Green playsuit?.. Nope don't want to look like Shrek. I pulled out the strapless black bodycon dress. Perfect.

After curling my hair and applying my make up I was ready.

"Wow look at you!" I heard a familar voice say and I looked up seeing Rebecca standing at the door. She wore a tight red dress that showed off her curves, her dark blonde hair straightned and dark stiletto heels that made her tower over me.

"Who let you in?" I giggled and she jingled my house keys in her hands before chucking them at me.

"Next time don't leave them in your door" she laughed before dropping her eyelid into a wink.

"Come on then lets go"

*

My stiletto heels were clomping on the gravel beneath my feet as Rebecca and I made our way over towards the building where the charity dinner was taking place. Two tall security guards who looked well above six foot stood outside. That's strange I thought to myself, security guards for a dinner.. what or specifically who were they guarding?

Neymar's POV:

"Neymar hurry up we have five minutes" I heard Dani Alves shout at me as I adjusted my bow tie and looked back at my reflection. Some of the Barcelona team were invited to talk at the sports charity dinner and I was one of them.

"I am coming" I replied quickly racing down the stairs and smirking at a frowning Dani who looked down at his watch.

"We are late you know" he huffed as he slid into the drivers seat.

"Fashionably late" I winked before he sped off down the road.

We arrived about fifteen minutes late and were greeted by some of the other Barcelona players who managed to get here on time.

"Ney-mar" Messi exclaimed jokingly slapping my cheek

"When will you learn that these events are not fashion shows?" He laughed setting the rest of the players of laughing with him. I poked my tongue out at him and peered behind the stage curtains noticing the people sat chattering in there seats at they waited for us. I felt a bit nervous as I had no idea what the bloody hell I was even suppose to talk about but I had my team mates here which put my mind at ease.

*

"Please welcome FC Barcelonaaa" the overexcited women shouted into the microphone making Rebecca giggle.

"Hey you never told me they were here?" I shrieked excitedly. She nodded her head at me and smirked before focusing her eyes back to the stage.

Onto the stage came what appeared to be some of the FC Barcelona team. Excited and loud clapping errupted through the hall as they made there way onto the stage. I ran a hand through my loose curls as I studied each and every one of them. Dani, Messi, Neymar, Pique, Luis, Marc and Xavi stood in neat line like a bunch of school boys in a choir. One by one they began talking but I noticed that one players eyes were now wide eyed and locking with mine.

*

Neymar's POV

I straightened my bow tie and we all stepped onto the stage one by one. A loud chorus of clapping began and I smiled as I turned to face the smartly dressed people in front of me.

I looked around me at the crowd of smiling people and then my breath hitched in my throat. Oh my goodness was that her? I felt breathless as my eyes searched her ever so familar face. The girl from the football match. It was her.

"And now Neymar is going to speak.."

Everyone was staring at me as the microphone was placed in my hand. I had not heard a word of what any of my team mates had said so now I still had no clue what I was suppose to talk about. Her eyes were drilling holes into my face and I felt my cheeks begin to flush red.

"Hello everyone, welcome" I smiled awkwardly at the serious faces that stared back at me.

I somehow managed to stutter out about five minute speech on the importance of sports and was fortunately met with an very underserving round of applause. Phew.

"What's gotten into you recently Ney? You seem so distracted?" Dani Alves said to me as we went to sit down at our reserved table.

I did not reply to him but instead took a gulp of the cold Jack Daniels that I so desperately needed right now.

*

My feet ached in these heels and I wish I had worn flats now even though I wasn't exactly blessed in the height department at a meer 5'4. Rebecca had struck conversation with a few of the athletes here and I now wondered off over to the drinks table by myself as I staggered slightly in these five inch heels.

One glass of wine became three and I felt slightly tipsy now. I felt the prescence of someone behind me and I turned around wide eyed.

"Marc Bartra" I gasped wide eyed making him laugh.

"Hey" he smiled flashing his teeth at me

"What's your name gorgeous?"

I managed to catch my breath and replied Gabriella sounding more nervous than I intended.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl" he smirked before helping himself to one of the drinks on the table.

"Hey why don't you come and sit with me and my friends? A pretty girl like you shouldn't be by herself" I felt my cheeks flush red slightly and he held my hand as he led me through the mass of people towards the rest of the Barca team. This just got interesting.

Neymar's POV:

I threw back one last glass, my eyes scowering the hall to find her.

"Look at Marc flirting with that girl" Messi laughed as he pointed over at the drinks table where Marc Bartra stood laughing with her. Why was he with her? I furrowed my eyebrows as I noticed her cheeks had now flushed red and she was giggling. What the hell was he saying? I felt like getting up but everyone would wonder why I was so defensive over a girl that had never talked to me.

I had never thought I was a jealous person and I was confused by why I was feeling this way. Was it the drink bringing out this side to me? Marc was bringing her here. My heart began pounding in my chest and I looked around pretending I had not noticed.

"Everyone I want you to meet Gabriella" she was now stood in front of me.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl huh" Marc said pulling her closer to him and smirking. Everyone said hello to her and she sat next to Marc and Messi, directly opposite me.

This was going to be a long evening.