Double Trouble // Neymar Jr //

"For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind."

2 Timothy 1:7

God says never to fear! :) May He bless you all! He loves you!

When I finally found the words the say, I chose the only way out.

I burst into tears.

Leo looked guilty and Jordi came up to me while patting my back and looking at Leo. I was sad because of miscommunication and the fact that I was being found out by people who would hold this over my head. All I could do at the moment was sob my eyes out.

I kept crying and making ugly noises because I have never been a silent cryer. If that's even a word. I tried to speak but all I could do was reflect on how much I couldn't. So they just stood there with worried expressions for the slightest moment.

"Listen...nevermind-" Leo started and I yanked the suitcase out of his hand, sending him stumbling a little.

"Give me that!" I yelled.

"Okay! Okay!" he said in a frightened tone.

"Get out!" I screamed, pointing to the door, "Why are you in my suite! That's illegal!" I pushed further.

"Why do you have makeup for creating illusions or whatever you call it? A wig too, that looks awfully like Amero's hair..." Jordi asked me, and I didn't blame him.

"I'm counting to ten, and if you aren't out by then, then I will call the police! Don't test me!" I yelled, holding an empty threat above their heads. Leo put his hands up and backed up.

"This will be talked about at the club tonight, so you better be prepared to talk about it or else I know who will." he said to me with a point, and I gasped.

"You wouldn't-"

"I would." he said sternly. "Now seriously, talk about it and leave nothing out cause I will know." he trailed off.

"Try me." I challenged him, and he sniffled a little.

"Come on Jordi," he motioned Jordi to follow him, and so they left, leaving me standing there to clean up all the mess.

The tears resumed as I struggled to get the makeup back into its casing, and I couldn't stop crying.

Love was tough.

Lying got me no where.

Now I had to go to the club tonight with a bunch of men who I didn't really care for at the moment, and expose Andrew and I.

Andrew.

Andrew!

He would never let me live it down. Although it was bringing him down too, he didn't mind the two week break from practice that he had to fake sustaining an injury. He didn't mind at all making fun of me whenever he liked too, which is why I seperated myself from him. He had to know about this though, as much as I was embarrassed to tell him, Andrew just had to know.

I thanked God for courage that He gave me to hold up through my tears. God is all I ever need.

Smiling through my tears, and getting on all fours to wipe up the makeup smeared on the black tile, I knew that tonight all I had to do was smile.

Even if I were crying heavily on the inside.

//+//

"So who am I taking a ride with?" I asked Ivan, who proved to be my only teammate who liked me as both Andrew and myself.