Messi's Sister

Chapter 13

Adriana's POV

I was still at Neymar's house. I glanced at the time. Time to wake him up.

I crept down the hallway and into his room. He was laying there, all content and happy. It almost seemed like a shame to wake him up. Oh well. Too bad.

I opened up the blinds and ripped off his covers.

Then, I saw a little note on his chest. What the heck? I read it to myself.

Adriana,

I am your sleeping beauty. You are dazzled by my beauty. To wake me up, you must kiss me. Enjoy!

-Neymar

"I am not going to kiss you. Give me a moment, and I will wake you up differently." I said to him, then I walked out of his room to find a cold bucket of water. Or a cold bowl of water. That would work too.

I wandered into the kitchen and found a bowl I could use. I filled it up with cold water, and added some ice. Mr. Sleeping Beauty was not going to be able to pretend to sleep through that.

I tip-toed back to his room and sung "I'm back!"

Then I did something that he probably would never forgive me for doing. 

I pretended to lean in to give him a kiss and we were so close that I knew he could feel my body heat and I could feel his.

It almost seemed like a shame to dump water all over such a perfectly chiseled body like his. Oh well.

I dumped the bowl. Right onto his face and upper chest.

Imagine doing the ice bucket challenge, in bed, without covers, and without expecting it. That's what it probably felt like.

He screamed. Like a little girl. I couldn't blame him. It was ice water.

Then he did something I wasn't expecting. He grabbed my arm and yanked me towards him. In other words, I fell on top of him. On top of the ice water. I immediately got up to save my self, but my brother's jersey wasn't as lucky.

"Ha ha!" He laughed. "Now you have to wear one of my jerseys!"

"It will probably dry in time." I said.

"It'll dry faster if you take it off and put it in the dryer." He said with a grin.

"You," I gestured to him, "Want me," I motioned to myself, "To take off my shirt?" I asked.

"Yes. I, want you, to take off your shirt." He said while flailing his hands in order to tease me about my hand motions. He ended up looking like a T-rex trying to pick something up off the ground. I laughed and told him to get ready for his game, then I walked out of his room. 

He was right, though. It would be faster if I took my shirt off to put it in the dryer, so I did.

Luckily, I had my Real Madrid sweater with me. I had planned to put it on when I went over to Cris. Imagine the drama if someone saw that Cristiano Ronaldo was with a girl wearing a Barça jersey. Oh, the media would be all over that.

I mean, the kind of stunt that I was going to try to pull off was huge. I mean, if anyone saw anything, then I was doomed. And so was Cris, Neymar, and Leo.

Finally, my shirt dried and it was time to go to Camp Nou.

I was lucky enough to be able to ride in the team bus. I was going to go into the stadium with them. I would then walk them to the locker room, and after that, find my seat. I had a little bit of time to go to see Cris before I went to my seat. It would be risky, but I'm sure it would be worth it considering that every time Cris saw me before a game, he played excellently.

I needed him to play excellently. To show everyone that Real Madrid was the best. And to prove it to Neymar. He deserved to be schooled.

Anyway, soon the team bus showed up to pick up Neymar and me. That was sure to raise some questions.

As we got on, Neymar wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I quickly swatted it off, but not in time for the whole team to see. Great. Apparently, Leo was not on the bus yet. He must be one of the next stops, because the bus was almost full. We started moving on to the next stop, wherever that was.

"Oh, Neymar. Breaking Leo's rule, are you?" Gerrard Pique asked.

"No." I answered. "Neymar is just bring the usual flirt that he is."

"Ooooooooh!" I heard some of the team yell.

"I am not a flirt, am I?" He asked with big eyes and his bottom lip sticking out.

"See?" I asked. "Look at this." I said as I grabbed his shoulders and forced him to face the rest of the team. A few of them nodded in agreement. "All in favor of calling Neymar a huge flirt?" I asked while raising my hand. The rest of the team besides Neymar raised their hands. "All in favor of not calling Neymar a huge flirt?" I asked and nobody raised their hands exept for Neymar. "Case closed." I said as I sat down in my seat. Neymar, however, did not follow my actions of sitting down.

"All in favor of knowing who Adriana's mysterious boyfriend is?" Neymar asked while raising his hand. Unfortunately for me, most of the team agreed with him.

Then, I launched a counter-attack. "All in favor of respecting a girl's privacy and not being humiliated like your friend Mr. Pique?" I said with a nod to the defender. He kind of grinned and raised his hand. Along with a bunch of teammates. They didn't at first, but after a few people admitted it, they did as well.

"Case closed." I said. Neymar finally sat down. As soon as that happened, Leo decided to get on the bus. It was totally silent, so that was bound to raise some questions.

"Did I miss anything?" He asked the team.

"Just Neymar being totally roasted by your sister." Someone said.

"You should have seen it! Never mess with your sister, Leo. She will humiliate you!" Someone else said.

"Here. I caught it on video." Said Luis Suarez. Great. This would be all over social media in the next day. Whatever. I'll roast anyone if they are an idiot, but still. Some girls are going to hate me for roasting an attractive young soccer player.

As Leo watched the video, he laughed and looked over at me. Hopefully that would be enough to prove to him that I did not like his teammate.

Hopefully.