Time heals all wounds, right? Maybe for most people, but Alana Amero isn't in the category of most people. Over a year later after her bitter break up with Neymar, she believes her worries are over. But when she's asked to help oversee the tasks one...
I jumped on Zico's back once we left the national team bus, catching him off guard once I messed up his hair with my hands. He stumbled, about to fall to the floor. Zico tripped, signalling that he was busy...waving his phone in front of me. My eyes followed the phone, seeing the image on the screen. My mouth parted as Zico turned away, putting the golden colored earbuds back into his ears.
I looked around, my mates trailing behind, talking about whatever was trending on Twitter or Instagram. Zico--on the other hand-- was being shady. Doing shady things that I knew about. I chose then to speak up as we neared the less than spectacular hotel.
"Zico," I took out his earbud, causing him to crane his head around quickly, "I think you gotta stop this." I blurted out.
"I'll call you soon, babe." He tenderly bade his mistress goodbye. My lips stretched into a thin line, cringing at my great friend's words. I kept my head down to avoid any fans, not because I didn't like fans or wanted to ignore them, I was just looking to a little time and some Netlix. Even if it were just for a little while. "Neymar, you're one to talk." Zico chuckled, looking down at me with a knowing look. "You did the same to her sister I believe." And by 'her', he meant Alana. Speaking of whom, I hadn't seen in a while, not even on the plane. I found myself pouting like Davi and I didn't know why.
Never under those circumstances, though.
I was wary though, of hearing about her, because she was all Denilson and Luca, along with some new callups; were talking about whenever they were near me, to bother me. It didn't though, nice try though.
I promised Val to see her later so that I could take her out to shop, I wanted to match outfits with her for an upcoming club event. It was supposed to be casual and laidback, so why not do one of my favorite things and match clothes with my favorite person?
Besides Davizinho but that goes without saying.
"I'm gonna head over to the bar Jr." I pat Zico's shoulder, once inside the hotel, that's the first place I went to. Hanging out with my mates could wait until later, I just needed time to think about...certain things that I've done that I'm not proud of. Zico happened to remind me with his harsh but more than true words. "One shot of tequila please." I asked the bartender, and he immediately got to it. Zico knew what he said was true, and boy did I step out on her a lot. Nowadays, I wouldn't even think on cheating on Vala. I just wonder why I couldn't do the same with Ana.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Denilson, Lucas, and new call ups Zeze, Vitór and Rodrigo--at least I think those were their names.
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I didn't like them, I never did. Lucas was alright, but the rest of them always rubbed me the wrong way. Zico was great friends with them both though, and I'm sure they all would befriend each other soon. Things like this pushed me away from people, and I found myself becoming distant from everybody around me. I was outgrowing my immaturity--slowly but surely, outgrowing things I did last year that I wouldn't find amusing now. I'm not as happy as everybody thinks, and I couldn't pinpoint why. There was just an empty feeling somewhere inside me.
