MY BESTFRIEND'S STEPSISTER (A NEYMAR JR FANFIC)

CHAPTER 3 - CLUBBING PT. 2

[INGRID'S POV]

"Where are we going?" - I asked, recieving no answer. I was walking after Neymar, holding his hand.

We went outside and arrived at what seemed to be a VIP terrace with cute white lights hanging from a pergola.

We sat down on a bench, we were close but not extremely close. We talked for a while and everything he said made me chuckle like an idiot. He was a little tipsy, saying whatever was on his mind, which i found cute.

I said something that made him laugh out loud. He then looked straight into my eyes, got closer and cupped my face. I was ready to kiss him fully on the lips when i heard someone coming and disrupting our peace.

"OH MY GOD ARE YOU NEYMAR JR??? PLEASE SIGN MY PHONE CASE" - a rather tall brunette screamed and ran to where we were sitting. I face palmed myself.

"Um sure" - he said awkwardly. "What's your name?"

"I'm Carla. Thank you, I'll leave now" - She said and instantly phoned someone while walking away. "You'll never guess who is at this club..."

"Perfect timing, huh?" - I blushed.

"Don't worry Ingrid. The night is still young" - he winked.

"Actually, I hate to say this but it's getting late and I should head home otherwise i'll be grounded for a year" - I clenched my teeth realizing it was already 4 am. "Oh shit, I left Gala alone inside the club, she's going to be super mad at me"

"You really have to go?" - he asked looking down like he was sad.

"Yeah sorry" - i replied.

"Could I have your phone number?" - he asked with the cutest smile ever.

"Sure" - I said and introduced the digits carefully on his phone making sure I didn't mess up.

I waved bye and left, looking back at him one more time. He sat there looking at the ground, like he had enough partying for the night.

I entered the club again and I started looking for Gala but the place was packed and I couldn't seem to distinguish any face.

I finally found her sitting on a stool having another drink.

"Okay enough drinking for today Gala" - i quickly said and took the drink out of her hand.

"Whaaat? Nooooo" - she replied almost falling from the stool.

"It's time for us to leave"

"Pffff o-okay. But let me tell you who I met while you were God knows where" - she said excited.

"Who did you meet?"

She then took her phone out of her purse and showed me a selfie she took with a handsome blue eyed brunette boy. "Ahhh is that Paulo Dybala!??" - I asked super shocked.

"Yeah. Isn't it awesome? He started following me on instagram too" - a smile grew on her face.

"That's the dream right there Gala, but please let's leave because I'm not looking forward to my father's anger. You'll tell me all about it tomorrow"

"Okay okay, let's go" - she said and we headed out. We had to call a cab to pick us up since it was pitch black outside and the club was not close to my house. That night Gala slept at my place, and she fell asleep right when her face touched my pillow.

I decided to sleep in the guest room. I thought about my encounter with Neymar and I fell asleep to that thought. Was he going to call me? I should probably not get my expectations too high...