||| DISCONTINUED ||| Soccer Sisters {Neymar Jr/ Chicharito}

Part One- 19. Now What

Javier's POV

June's plane to Manchester just left so I have some time before she arrives from Surrey. June said she could've driven, but I didn't want her doing that.

I really need to talk to Summer, but I really don't want to. That's going to be awful. Summer's currently out shopping with Edurne and Coleen. I asked if they would go shopping with her so I could talk with David and Wayne.

They were pretty helpful- a little biased, but helpful. I know what I need to do now. They helped me get ready. I'm just waiting for Summer to return home. The slam of the front door tells me she's back.

"Javi!"

"Upstairs," I call back dreading this conversation. David and Wayne offered to stay, but I politely declined. I need to do this myself.

"Hi!" Summer walks over to me and leans into kiss me. I turn my face so her lips barely graze my cheek. I hear her let out a small gasp of pain. "Javier, what's up?"

"Sit. We need to talk," I gesture to the bed.

"Javier, what's wrong?" Summer's eyes widen when she sees bags.

"I think you know exactly what's wrong. The look on your face says you know what's wrong," I say.

"My blog?"

"Yes. Your blog. I'm really upset with what you said about my sisters and their friends. And por el amor de Dios, you called June a punta," I explain. {And for the love of God}

"I know I did."

"Why did you take to the Internet to say that? Our family spent a lot of time and money protecting June from the paps with her bout with anorexia," I rub my face.

"No one knew?" Summer's face falls.

"Until now. Now look at this," I hand Summer my phone with an online gossip site pulled up. The headline reads, 'June Hernández Collapse At Brother Chicharito's Game Finally Explained'.

"Oh my God. I'm sorry!" Summer cries.

"Me too, Summer! My baby sister's health issue is the top news story today! That's s private family information and now it's sprawled across the tabloids!" I try hard not to yell.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Summer wails as tears stream down her face.

"Me too. Summer, y-you know you can't stay here right?"

"Please, Javi-"

"No. Don't call me that, Summer. I stand up, "I've packed your things and printed out a plane ticket for you back to Barcelona."

"Javier. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Her voice cracks as she cries.

"I'm sorry too. But we need a break. June's really really upset about this."

"So you're choosing her over me? You realise she's not even your real sister right?" Summer's voice turns venomous.

"She. Is. My. SISTER! My family will always come first. I love her," I yell, finally snapping.

"What about me?! Don't you love me?! I love you, Javi!" Summer yells back.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT! Summer, leave. We need to take a break," I walk away towards the window.

"Don't you love me?" Summer demands a bit calmer, "Or do you still love Lety?"

"I dated Lety for six years. I knew I loved her. I've been with you for barely eight months."

"So you don't?"

"I liked you a lot, Summer."

"Liked? PAST TENSE?!" Summer screams.