Chapter 17

                                    

                                              
                   
                          
While driving back home to get to Barcelona, to my old apartment that seemed to be a living hell at the moment I was crying. I cried, because I was hurt, I was mad at myself for hurting Jonthan like this, he deserved to be loved, even more at a time like this and I did not manage to do so. 
                          
I was crying because I was afraid of going back to Barcelona, I had no desire to go back to university, I hated people judging me for hanging out with famous footballers, when I was just as normal person as everyone else. I was failing at school, my parents were disappointed in me and I had no friends. 

                          
I had Neymar, I was sure of that... but where does it say that he would make it all better. 
                          
If I start dating Neymar people will hate on me even more, say I am a slut going from Jonathan to Neymar in just a day. I was in a big mess. 
                          
After driving all the way to Barcelona, I finally arrived to my apartment. I walked inside and it felt different, it felt empty and sad. I made myself a toast and sit on the sofa. I watched the TV, but my mind was somewhere else. I wanted to call Neymar, tell him I'm back, but it was better to avoid him for now. 
                          
I went to bed and tried to fall asleep, but it took me more than an hour until I finally did so. 
                          
The next morning I woke up and looked at my phone, it was 9am. I had no messages or new calls. I decided to put on some music and get under the shower. 
                          
I thought a lot of what to do, I had to find a way to make everything back to normal, but I had no idea where to start. 
                          
Then I decided the first thing I need to do is to call my parents, who were probably mad at me, but also concerned what is going on with me. 
                          
"Hey" I said afraid as I heard my mother pick up.
                          
"(y/n), where were you. do you have any idea how scared were your father and I?" she almost burst in to tears, I could tell by her voice. 
                          
"I know, I'm really really sorry. I just... It's not easy here." 
                          
"What's going on baby?" 
                          
"I stopped going to university because I was tired hearing rumors about me and people hating on me just because I am friends with Neymar, Rafinha and others. I just can't stand being hated on, you know me..." I cried. 
                          
"Oh my poor baby. You know you are a nice and kind person, people can say whatever they want, but as long as you know what the truth is you don't have to worry about them. You only need to care about the people you love and trust me we all know the truth, we love you for you." 
                          
"Yeah, but... You won't be as sure about that when I tell you something..."
                          
"What happened?" 
                          
"You know Jonathan right?"
                          
"Yeah, your new boyfriend." 
                          
"Yeah well, he was my new boyfriend. I went away from Barcelona with him; I wanted to start again, away from Barcelona. Long story short, he realized I don't love him, but Neymar."
                          
"Oh, and what did he say?" 
                          
"He wanted me out of the house, he did not get mad at me, but he was upset. He trusted me." 
                          
"I see. But listen (y/n), you couldn't force yourself in a relationship where you would not be happy, in love and 100% committed to him. It was better now than after it got too serious." 
                          
"People will talk mom. Aren't you afraid of what people in Brazil will say about your daughter, I will make a bad image on you and dad."
                          
"Oh honey, we don't care of what people will say we love you. As I said before, as long as we know what the real truth is, we don't care for others."