Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

-1.4 Part 1- Trapped in an Elevator

"That, I had nothing to do with."

"I know that!" I threw my hands out.

"Maybe I'm here for other things too Ms. Andrade...maybe things concerning you...maybe not." He adjusted his glasses, smirking to one side.

"Maybe you're going to tell me right now, or I'll make sure to--"

"Oh Alana...wouldn't it be better for you to just fade away like you were supposed to." John sighed, almost--empathetically. "You certainly have more than enough money and enough friends." His finger tapped his chin as he started walking backwards. "Or do you?" And with that, he had begun his walk down the corridor.

I slapped my hands on my forehead, and slumped onto the thinly carpeted floor, wiping away more tears than I thought were possible. My arms embraced my knees as I rested my head on them. My fingers ran wildy through my hair as I tried to think of why he was here, knowing good and well John was up to something.

A sigh escaped my lips, groaning as I stood to my feet. My hands were damp with remnants of my tears, I wiped them on my jeans as I made my way to the elevator.

I had to get away, I couldn't deal with all of this. That was my problem, though, I could never deal with things head on. That was me, always having to escape somewhere whenever things went wrong.

As I reached the elevator, I went to click on the button, but a tan finger pressed it before I could.

"Oh, sorry." I mumbled, resting my head on the panel.

"It's okay." A raspy voice answered, and my head instantly snapped to the direction of the voice, and I sighed, turning away. "Woah, hey, what's wrong?" He asked urgently, placing his hands on my shoulders, turning me around. I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering why in the world Neymar Junior had his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm fine." My lip quivered, and I shrugged off his warm hands. Neymar eyed me quizzically before I nodded again. "Yep, I'm fine." I attempted to assure myself as well. I pivoted on my heel, wiping a tear that threatened to slip.

That's what I always liked about Neymar, he always seemed to care, even if he didn't get along with somebody. I sucked in a sharp breath, risking a glance at him, he folded his lips in, keeping eye on his white shoes. My curious look turned somber, as the elevator dinged, snapping me to my senses. As we stepped in, I prayed to God, asking Him to keep us both safe.

I ventured to the farthest corner of the tight elevator, its chipping paint and half carpeted floors made me reaosnably uncomfortable. My eyes fluttered closed as I leaned my head against the wall, feeling awfully defeated.

The elevator began its descent to the lobby, and I found the words to say.

"So you knew all this time about Jr, and you never said a word?" My sudden speaking caught him off guard, and he jumped, trying to find his words. "Well, I guess...that birds of the same feather flock together, huh?" I whipped my head around to narrow my eyes at him, and he narrowed his too.

"If I remember correctly, Alana; you and I both had secrets too." Neymar waved his finger at me, and the cortozone levels inside of me snapped in two.

"Ugh! This isn't about me!" I lashed out at him, my shout obviously causing him to be taken a back. "For one thing; what I did pales in comparison to what Zico is doin-" The elevator stopped on the 5th floor with a ding, causing me to stop yelling abruptly. Neymar appeared relieved for my tirade to have stopped.

The elevator doors opened, revealing Lucas Moura, who was too busy texting somebody to be bothered to look up. I cleared my throat, and he finally realized that we were waiting for him. Once he saw me, he began to smirk, "Glad to have found you here right now, senhora. Dunga requested that you see him right now." He actually looked and sounded sincere. My eyebrow rose, and I turned to Neymar, who was just as bewildered as I was. Lucas extended his hand out for me to take, I was reluctantly about to take it before Neymar spoke.