My breathing finally became regular. I felt a slight headache, but apart from that I felt a little better after crying. I sighed and sat there for a while, thinking about what had happened before in the locker room. Was Marc totally out of his mind? He made it clear he wants to break up and loves his precious Melissa. Today he decides to kiss me? What the hell was wrong with him? I felt like such a fool for letting him kiss me! I was angry at myself and at him. I wished I had slapped him, returning the favor. I grunted and got up from the sidewalk. I pulled out my phone and saw a message from Marc, which I immediately deleted without even reading and blocked his number. I opened Google Maps and checked my location and then headed to the nearest bus station to get home.
I threw my bag on my bed once I was home and plummeted on my bed. I stared at the ceiling for a while, when my phone buzzed. I looked at the caller-id and saw that Neymar was calling me. I groaned and ignored it. These two guys were going to be the end of me! I laid on my belly with my hands under my chin. At moments like this I wished I had a girl best friend. I’ve had some friends during school and college, but I had never been close to anyone to call them my best friend. After dropping out of college I kind of lost touch with most of them. I missed having someone to talk to, someone who would comfort me. I had my parents and Adrian, but they are not the same as a best friend. The closest to a friend I had was Neymar, but how can I talk with him about all of this when he was part of the mess called my love life? I sighed and laid my head on my pillow. I decided to sleep, because at least then I wouldn’t think or feel anything. I turned on the radio and closed my eyes. I fell asleep pretty fast. A knock on my door woke me up. I groaned and looked at the clock on my wall. It was 9pm. “Come on in” I said.
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