Opposites Do Attract (A Neymar Jr Fanfiction)

Chapter 38

The next morning I woke up early, again. I'm getting used to the schedule now. Okay so...maybe I'm not getting used to the schedule and I just want to see Neymar. Yeah, that's it. I got out of bed. I went to brush my teeth. I was in the middle of brushing, when I heard a knock at the door. I went to the door and opened it.

"Good morning, Katerina," Neymar greeted.

Hmm, still no Kat?

"Hey," I replied.

Okay, so I had a tooth brush in my hand. Tooth past foam in my mouth. My hair was messed up. It was sticking up from weird places. I had ratty pjs on, and I look the best in the morning. That's right, I looked like a rabied dog. I'm hoping Neymar finds rabied dogs attractive?

"You're obsessed with monkeys," he chuckled.

I looked and noticed that I was wearing monkeys.

"Yeah, love them," I blushed.

"Anyways, I need to tell you something," he said.

Is this it? Was he going to tell me he liked me still?

"Yes, Neymar? Go ahead," I said, dreamily.

"Do you have food in your suite? I ran out," he said.

He did not just say that.

"No, I don't," I groaned.

He nodded his head.

"Is there anything else you wanted to ask me?" I ushered.

"Oh yeah! Scolari told me that we are going for an interview today," he said.

Oh. Fun.

"Me too?" I asked.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Why me?" I asked.

"I don't know, they wanted you!" He said.

I flipped my hair, cockily.

"Everyone wants me," I joked.

"Wow, that's cocky," he commented.

"I know, your cockiness has rubbed of on me," I sighed.

"Your welcome," he winked.

He started to walk back to his room.

"But Neymar!" I yelled.

"What?" He asked.

"I don't even know how to speak portuguese!" I exclaimed.

"Good luck," he winked.

"No, Neymar! Help me!" I pleaded.

I ran over to him.

"Teach me portuguese," I said.

"Fine," he groaned.

"Yes!" I cheered, triumphantly.

He opened his room and I followed him. I sat on top of his bed.

"What first?" I ask.

"Okay, just walk up there and say Hola, then sit down and don't talk," he says.

"What if they ask me something?" I asked.

"Katerina, the Neymar Júnior will be there. They won't waste time on you," he snickered.

"Never mind. You are still the cockiest," I snarled.

"That's what they call me," he smiled.

He did the cupcake hands around his face. I just fake threw up.