Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

"The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen."

-2 Thessalonians 3:18

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      Note to self: never drink a bottle of cheap wine before going to a photoshoot full of bright lights and screaming people. Especially when you have teammates who cannot agree on anything waiting to have their pictures. So they stare on...very catty like.

Never ever again.

"Alana, more life in those eyes!" Nicol encouraged me, her face showed that she was hoping for more. I was standing in front of a greenscreen with a football balancing on my knee, dressed in full kit and all. "Oh, how can we make this work?" She whispered to the photographer and his assistant. He beckoned her with his hand, and she leaned towards him. "You sure?"

"Can I change my position--"

"Could we have the other captain please join Alana?"

Oh, wonderful!

Fantastic!

I let the ball roll down my leg as I attempted not to make a face. I absolutely did not want to be here. With a room full of people who you don't know whether to trust or not. Especially when being slightly hungover.

Slightly.

Which was a great reason to not have Dunga here. He would pick me out like no tomorrow.

The girls were whispering amongst themselves, mainly to Vala, and my anger was slightly aroused. She was biting her nails and squinting at me. I rolled my eyes with a shake of my head, beginning to toy with the ball.

Not that I'd let her know my weakness, but I wouldn't let Neymar know what I'd seen. Nobody was going to know unless I actually saw an obvious romantic action between the both of them. I couldn't tell Niveah, even though she was known to keep secrets for life. She, Mel, and other WAGs who came were galivanting with Davi, Rebekah, and their kids.

All my frustrations were going out on the ball as the sounds of my feet to ball echoing through the area. I saw Neymar walk in, dressed in full kit as well, captain's arm band too. His hair was slicked to the side, and his beard was cleaner. He looked distant as silence settled over the room.

"Baby..." Vala sing songed, beckoning him with her hands. All eyes were on her as he pivoted on his heel, starting towards her with a smile.

I folded my lips in as she squeezed him, and gave him a kiss on his cheek. My eye twitched and my fists clenched.

She did not kiss his cheek just like she kissed Lucas'. On purpose, I assumed. I mean, the girl was looking right at me with her greenish eyes. My eyes narrowed at her, and her lips curled into a smirk, watching Neymar finally join me. He tapped my side, and he mouthed at me,

"Feeling better?"

"I wish." I muttered under my breath, crossing my arms.

He had his own ball too, differently colored too. The photographer's assistant walked towards us, fixing us into several positions, wanting us to "compliment each other". Sooner or later, Neymar and I were shoulder shoulder, except he was turned in more. My foot was crossed over my other one, resting on a ball. It was hard keeping a straight face with him constantly bumping into me, as he had to play keepy uppy with the ball on his shoulder.