The Bad Girls' Game | Neymar Jr.

One.

Ally's POV

"Just answer me one more question before my life is practically over," I say maybe a little too dramatic, "Why him?"

"Because we are sure that you will look wonderful on his side" Ms Brendall, the most annoying person I've ever met also known as my manager, replies.

We are sitting on a comfortable red couch in some kind of café.

I am 19 years old, from England and a professional dancer.

"This sounds terrible! Like I'm a kind of accessoire to make him look better infront of the cameras" I protest, earning a mad look from Ms Brendall, probably because I spoke loudly enough for 'normal' people to hear.

"Dear, you are on his side to improve his image," she remarks coldly, "do you think we are doing this for fun? Maybe helping young adults to find their better half?"

•

*Flashback*

I pinch my nails into the rough material of the chair.

"You just have had far too many boyfriends in the last few weeks, my dear"

"I-"

"Olivier Giroud, Erik Durm and Marc Bartra and you have dated them all in two months" Ms Brendall cuts me off harshly.

"Olivier and Marc weren't even my boyfriends, they are taken! I can't believe that everybody thinks I am a manstealer!" I groan but Ms Brendall seems not to care at all.

"What counts, is what the media says and the media is making you a bad image and that's not the best thing for a girl who just started a dance career. So we have made a plan, I personally think it's brilliant!"

Ouh oh.

"Tell me..." I reply slowly.

"Have you heard of the football player Neymar?" Ms Brendall asks me while standing up from her chair and walking from one side to the other.

"Yes..."

"Well, the boy has the exact same problem, so we agreed with his manager that you two," she makes a dramatic break, "should date for media"

I am unable to even say something. It is like my brain is completely empty and as if an invisible barrier which collects all my words I want to say so badly is infront of my mouth.

"This 'relationship' will help you a lot. Maybe it will also change your opinion towards males" Ms Brendall stops walking and sits down again.

"Are. You. Kidding. Me?" I raise my voice with every word. Ms Brendall opens her mouth as if she is about to say something but I just continue talking.

"I know that Neymar kid and he seems like a total asshole, if you think I'm going to spend time with him, you thought wrong because I am not going to do this!"

"This is not your decision anymore!" the cold voice of my manager ends the conversation.

*End of Flashback*

•

"But I don't-"

"Ahh Senhor Da Silva Santos Júnior, what a pleasure to meet you!" Ms Brendall just interrupts me rudely, smiling at some guy who hides his eyes behind big sunglasses and his hair under a snapback.

"Oi lá" Neymar himself mumbles completely uninterested, shaking my manager's hand.

"This is Allison, your new girlfriend." she introduces me quickly.

Neymar begins to smirk and shakes my hand too.

"Oi lá linda!"

"Allison, not Linda!" I reply not only slightly annoyed.

He just laughs at me and sits down next to his manager.

"Can we please just start and bring this behind us?" I beg, actually wanting to slap that stupid smirk out of the asshole's face.

"Of course," Neymar's manager, I honestly have no clue what his name is, says, "we are here to discuss your first 'date' "

"I would like to take her to the beach" Neymar grins.

He has a thick Brazilian accent which actually sounds kind of... attractive. But I'm not supposed to find him sexy or something. I still don't like him at all, just the sight of him grinning like an asshole at me make me want to throw up.

"No, you're not taking me to the beach" I argue hoping that Ms Brendall will help me out.

"Feisty, aren't we?" he winks in my direction, causing me to roll my eyes and look away.

Ms Brendall clears her throat.

"We actually thought you could take her to a nice café"

"Sounds okay," Neymar immediately agrees, "or what do you think Ally?"

"When did I give you the right to call me Ally?!" I hiss at him but he doesn't seem to bother at all.

I look at my manager in hope she will do something against Neymar's behaviour but she looks at me angrily.

"Okay" I mumble, having the bad feeling that this boy will create a lot of trouble.