Double Trouble // Neymar Jr //

"Behold, how good and how pleasant it is

For brethren to dwell together in unity!"

-Psalm 133:1

God bless and may He be with you! Jesus loves and cares for you! He died and rose on the third day!

"So...you mean to tell me? That you and Neymar are over?" Luis Enrique asked me. I nodded while looking at my lap. "I can tell." Luis said to me.

"How can you?" I asked him, messing up my hair in my hands. That was matted now might I add.

"Cause you two look like a mess!" Luis exclaimed and I glared at him. "So how long ago was it?"

Six days, fifteen hours, twelve minutes, and ten...eleven...twelve...and counting seconds.

"About a week ago." I answered, and Luis Enrique put his hands together.

"Well do you forget that you signed a contract stating that you were to stay in a relationship with him?" he asked me, and reality hit me.

Shoot.

"Huh...?" I grunted, and then John stepped in with a packet of papers in his hand.

"Hey Algoro! How are you?" My neck craned around, and I groaned but suddenly realized.

Algoro?

Like the one who sent the package to Neymar and me?

"Not so good Lucho, cause somebody has already violated their contract." he pointed at me, and I looked at him with a condensending expression. "Look...you signed here. You need to hold your end of the contract, Ana. It was your two month anniversary yesterday and we didn't get a picture, nothing." I rolled my eyes visibily.

"Cause we broke up. What part of 'we broke up' do you not understand?" I answered sharply making Lucho look at me with slight shock.

"Well I don't care if you two broke up, you have to been seen with him before the media outlets start becoming suspicious. The fans already have their theories about why you two haven't been seen in a week with one another." John explained to me, but I didn't get it.

Isn't he the one who mailed the box of things to me in the first place?

"But she was seen with a hickey, good one." Luis commented in my defense.

"Don't talk about that." I was still hurting, why would they even talk about him in front of me?

"Well if you want to move in with your two teammates, still undecided as to who, then you keep the part of your contract with us." John threatened me, and I looked out of the window.

"I don't care if you want to revoke that away, I really don't." I answered while looking ahead. Leo's house was really a great place to be, he and Anto really wanted me to stay, and when I wasn't even over there; I was eating ice cream and crying my eyes out at Andrew's.

Only when Neymar was going to go over. Leo told him I moved away with somebody else just to trouble him. I got two calls from him the day after, but I ignored them both. Then he stopped calling after day two; call number 4. I couldn't bring myself to delete the pictures of us, and he didn't either. So I left them there.

"Well...then...if you don't agree to be seen with him before vacation, then I can terminate the contract with the women's team." John said with a small smile, and I became alert.

"You wouldn't. You wouldn't." I groaned, knowing he meant it.

"If you don't heed to the contract, then we terminate it along with the one to the women's team." Enrique added on, looking me straight in my eyes. My eyes shifted, and I felt overwhelmed. I didn't even leave the bed until two minutes until I was due here. I felt like crying again.