Who Are You? The Football Manager.

Chapter 16: Civilized People

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HEY guess who decided to be a good person and update after ten thousand years? MEE! But while I was being a terrible author and not updating, I learned Portuguese and Spanish!!! Haha NOPE, I lied. More like I sat in bed all day and watched all the international friendlies going on. So you're still going to have to correct me if my translations are wrong! You can hit me in the head with a football if I say something stupid like "16 year-olds can't be professional athletes," or anything else like that because Real Madrid and Martin Ødegaard obviously show otherwise, he's a lucky butt.

THANKS FOR THE VOTES AND COMMENTS!! HUGS FOR ALL OF YOU! :)

*ARIANNA's POV*

"A person whose social, cultural, and moral development is considered to be more advanced," Marc read off of his phone.

"That means well-mannered," I tell Neymar as he drives me and Marc to practice. 

"Says who?" he asked.

"Says Google, now pay attention to the road," I tell him, flicking his head. It was Friday and Neymar had offered to pick me up from Madrid today; we had finished lunch; however, our conversation wasn't over yet. Marc, Neymar and I had spent our lunch discussing whether or not Neymar was worthy of being defined as a civilized person.

"I'm probably more civilized than you and Marc combined," Neymar says as he turned into the Camp Nou parking lot. 

"Are you questioning my civility?" I asked. 

Neymar scoffed, "yes. And that's probably not even a word."

"Actually," Marc looked at his phone, "it means 'formal politeness and courtesy in speech and behavior.'"

"Courtesy in speech and behavior? Have you seen her during our games? Every time someone falls, she looks like her baby has been murdered and she’s ready to get revenge. Forget games, there is no politeness during practice either!" Neymar said, opening the locker room door. 

"I'm not that bad! Hey Xavi come here!" I call over Xavi, who was in the process of putting on his shirt, "aren't I an angel during our games?"

He stares at me for a second before replying, "I don’t think....well maybe a different word...." I smiled at him, raising an eyebrow, "ok, sure, you're an angel..." He goes back to his locker, leaving Neymar speechlessly glaring at him. 

"The eyebrow thing actually worked! I can't believe it!" I said laughing.

"The eyebrow thing?..." Marc asked.

"Yeah, I learned it from Cristiano. Whenever I get in trouble and he's asking me something, he raises his eyebrow and for some reason it makes me all nervous. So I used that on Xavi to make him agree with me." I explained.

"THAT'S CHEATING! THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Neymar yelled. 

"The referee isn't fair either, but you still live with his calls!" I told him, "and by the way, Neymar honey, civilized people don't yell, now go get changed." I left the locker room laughing as I made my way to the field.

I started juggling with the soccer ball as I waited for the boys to come out; I had gotten into the zone when from behind me I heard, "ARIANNA, I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN SO LONG!" Long arms wrapped around me and spun me around.

"Gerard! I saw you yesterday!"

"Oh yeah," he stops spinning, "that was still a long time ago."

I steady myself by holding on to Iniesta, "Arianna, what have you done to Neymar today? He keeps mumbling something about how all of us are uncivilized," he asked me.