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new shipp sjsjend pt.2 (Cristiano x Neymar)

- "What the hell is going on in here!?" He growls, face squinting from anger. I slide backwards and look away, trying not to feel scared and set aback. Being alone in this world, it's hard not to.

- "Listen Neymar, if you can't focus, don't come here and waste our time. You can take the day off." He gave me a cold shoulder and left. Everyone stared at me, like I had done something bad. I sniffled, embarassing myself further. I don't know how longer I'll last.

Holding a sea of emotions back with a thin barrier, it's a hard task, and yet I'm standing 'strong'. Every single day I have to go through the agonizing pain in the heart from Cris and Leo's bromance, and my coach's screaming, and the cherry on top: everyone bawling their eyes at me.

I leave to the locker room and slide over the wall to the low sitting arrangement, crying as frankly as I wish, screaming how useless I am. It's been a while since I cried my emotions off, so today it is. It can't get any worse than this right? Wrong. To make things worse, Leo walks in and takes a seat beside me.

I try my best to wipe the tears away but they continue to stream down, a part of my face smother in blood mixed with tears, which stung my wound. Leo looks at me with eyes of sympathy, well I doubt if it's sympathy or suspicion. He calmly speaks and tries to console me like he knew all the jazz, and just wouldn't leave, despite of me begging him to leave.

At some point, he gave me a hug and stood up, slightly facing the door, like he had an intention of doing/saying something but was luring me into asking him to do so. Like I would, not even for a billion dollars.

- "You like Cris," I was taken back by what he said, not because it's true, because he knows. How did he know? We've been apart for nearly months. Was I too obvious..? I bawled my eyes at him with a clear look of disbelief, leaving him smiling, mostly and surely because he knew I was trying to pull am excuse up my sleeve. He knows me this well for a reason.

But, I decide to come out clear. Since he knows, there's no need of holding a burden anymore. What's the point? There is none. It will lead to Cristiano despising me but at least I'm happy to know I still have Leo by my side. I thought I didn't, but I had been over-thinking the whole situation for too long.

- "Does it even matter?" I slump my back on the wall, resting my head on the wall, staring at the ceiling.

- "You'll get the answer yourself Ney, everything happens for a good reason. Believe it or not, you're about to get lucky tonight." Get lucky tonight? What the fuck does he mean by that? After getting hit in the face, spat on by the coach, get lucky?

- "What..?" I raise my head and ask in a faint and hushed tone, as he smiles in silence and gives me a tight hug. Why do I think he's been reading me like an open book, all along, ever since I've been feeling so disturbed?

- "I'm by your side, don't take the burden. Let it go, trust me, it will be worth it." He returns to the practice ground, waving at me. I instinctively wave back limply, a tingle of a emotion long forgotten knocking at my heart. Should I really trust in Leo's words..? Let's just see what God has planned for me..perhaps..maybe I should have hopes and not feel so dejected because of my own suspicions on Cris hating me. Perhaps everything is just the negative thinking of my mind, and not reality.

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I couldn't believe this yet. This is too un-real to be real. Or maybe I'm just too happy? Exaggerating? I don't even know what I'm thinking. I lost my cool after what Leo had just told me after practice ended. I was grieving Neymar's presence for nothing.

I'm surely about to get lucky tonight, I have to get this. I've come too far to give up someone I've always thought sees me as a rival. Neymar. It's my only chance, and I'll make him mine.