My alarm woke me up at 7:00. Even though I needed more sleep after the night I had, I couldn't afford being late. I got up and checked on Luca, who was still sound asleep in the next room. I decided to let him sleep until I was ready.

After I showered and got dressed, I checked the time, seeing that it's already 7:45. I quietly walked into Luca's room and gently nudged him.

'Luca, hey, you need to wake up.'

'Mhmhm.' he said, rolling on the other side of the bed.

'I'm serious, we need to get to work.'

He hit the bed with his fist and got up looking at me.

'Drinking wasn't the best idea.' he said chuckling. 'We're not doing that again.' he shook his head.

I exited the room, leaving him to get ready while I prepared for us some coffee.

'Do you need, like... a roommate?' he said smiling coming out the room, looking all freshened up.

'You wanna move in with me?' I laughed.

'Wanted to put it out there, in case you ever look for one.' he laughed, joining me at the table and taking a sip of his coffee.

After a few minutes, we decided to leave my apartment. We walked into the parking lot and straight to Luca's car, driving to the training centre. The drive was pretty quiet, as both of us were very tired.

As soon as we got to the centre, we said our hellos to the receptionist and walked straight to our office, not bumping into anyone on the way there.

We walked in and sat at our desks, going over some things. We spoke about the match and the content we'll be having to film later on. After we were done with everything, not being able to hold it in anymore i bursted out.

'Me and Neymar kissed last night.'

As soon as I finished my sentence, all I heard was a spitting sound, followed by coughing. I shoot my head towards Luca instantly, realising he was drinking from his water bottle when I decided to come clean.

'OH MY GOD!' I quickly got up, approaching him.

'You can't say this without giving me a heads up beforehand!' he said through his coughs. 'You could've killed me.' he said serious, making me burst into laughter. 'What do you mean you and Neymar kissed?!'

'Well, you know, when two lips pucker and—'

'I know what kissing is, Irina.' he said cutting me off chuckling. 'When did it even happen?'

I explained to him everything that lead to the kiss, his facial expression remaining blank the whole time.

'It was before you and that sexy brunette decided to have some fun.' I said winking.

'Oh, Andrea...' he said daydreaming, making me laugh.

'Have you guys spoken?'

'This is not about me, we'll have time for that later. How do you feel?'

'I don't know... I don't regret it. And it kind of lit up this thing inside me that I haven't felt in a while.'

'How do you think he feels?'

'I have no clue. I didn't get to speak to him at all. We've been stuck in this office.' I said shrugging my shoulders.

'Then let's go film some content.' he said with a mischievous smile. 'We're done here anyways.' he grabbed my arm and led me outside the office and onto the pitch.

The boys were doing their usual training, that being mine and Luca's cue to shoot some pictures and videos.

***

After we were all done, Neymar approached us.

'Hey.' he said with a smile on his face.

'Hi.' both me and Luca said at the same time, making him chuckle.

'Irina, can I talk to you for a second?' he asked. 'It'll be quick, I promise.' he said looking at Luca then back at me.

'Of course she can.' he said pushing me towards Ney, making me give him a what the hell is wrong with you look.

'He woke up on the wrong side of the bed.' I told Neymar while following him.

We got to a more secluded area and he turned around to face me.

'Did something happen?' I asked nervously.

'I...' he started off. 'Look, about last night... I don't want it—'

'Oh, no, you have nothing to worry about.' I said cutting him off. 'We were both pretty drunk and it was in the heat of the mome—'

His lips met mine once again, sending the same warmth as last night throughout my entire body.

'I don't regret it, Irina.' he said quietly, smiling.

'Well, I thought...' I said embarrassed.

'I thought you regretted it, so I want it to make it easier for myself in case you felt bad.' he said chuckling.

'I don't regret it either.' I smiled.

He kissed me once more, this time being me the one breaking it off.

'Are you crazy?' I said quietly. 'What if someone sees us?' I said looking around.

'So you want to keep me a secret?'

'No. But I do like my job.' I said, making him laugh.

'Look. Do you, maybe, want to wear my shirt for the match?' he asked rubbing the back of his head.

'It would be an honour.' I said with a big smile on my face.

We made our way to the office, returning to Luca who was waiting patiently.

Luca asked him like a 100 questions, Neymar answering every single one of them confidently.

***

Three hours later, me and Luca walked onto the pitch and next to the coach as we have been picked to sit next to the players that are benched, giving us a 10/10 view of the match.

I was wearing Neymar's t-shirt proudly, grabbing his attention.

'You look nice.' he said smiling.

'Thank you.'

His head turned towards Luca, with a questioning expression.

'Oh, no. No way. No, no, no.' Luca said shaking his head.

'What? I didn't even say anything.' Ney laughed.

'I know exactly what you're going to ask. I'm not playing fangirl. No, sorry.' Luca said crossing his arms, making both me and Neymar laugh.

'Have a good match.' I said with a big smile on my face.

Neymar got close to me but then backed away quickly, realising that everyone's eyes are on him. He smiled, running back to the other players.

'Was he going to—' Luca whispered.

'I don't know.' I said confused.

***

After a little while, both teams got ready to start the match. Mr. Galtier decided for today's game to send out onto the pitch Hakimi, Messi, Ramos, Vitinha, Marquinhos, Neymar, Verratti, Fabian, Navas, Danilo and Kylian. This was the first time I've seen him since last night. He looked towards the benches, making eye contact with me. I gave him a smile and mouthed the words good luck but with a blank expression, he ignored me.

'What do you think happens if we cheer for the rival team?' Luca asked laughing.

'You wanna find out?' I smiled.

'Ha ha.' he said mockingly, rolling his eyes.

We took a seat on the chairs, watching the match. Every time our boys lost the ball or were being tackled, I'll jump up in frustration.

'Are you kidding me?!' I said angrily.

'Woah, there.' Luca laughed.

'He should let me play. I'll tackle whoever you point at.' Kimpembe who was sat on my right side said, making me laugh.

***

After the first half was done, the boys had a break, meaning that me and Luca were going to shoot some content. As soon as the second half started, the rival team who was Toulouse, managed to score.

I could see Neymar's eyes on me everytime he got the chance, making me smile. However, every time he tried getting the ball, Kylian turned it into mission impossible.

As Neymar was about to get the ball, Kylian ran from behind him and grabbed it first, managing to score. And then he scored again, the match finishing 2-1 for PSG. Before anyone got the chance to get up and congratulate the boys, I saw Neymar approaching Kylian.

'What the hell man?' Neymar asked confused.

'What?' Kylian asked with a blank expression.

'You never passed the ball to me and every time I tried to get it, you took it from me. We're on the same team in case you forgot.' Neymar said clearly annoyed.

'Sorry, I didn't see you.' he said arrogantly.

'Oh, you didn't see me?' both boys taking a step towards eachother making me rush towards.

'Both of you, stop it, right now.' I said looking at Kylian and then Neymar. 'There's camera's everywhere.' I carried on speaking quietly.

In a split second, Kylian took his shirt off. 'You should wear the shirt of someone who scored.' he said dashing it at me and walking away, into the tunnel.

Me and Neymar exchanged looks, not saying anything. I decided to go after Kylian and see what was up with him now.

As soon as I reached the changing room, I bursted in.

'What the hell is wrong with you?!' I said walking up to him. 'Causing a scene, for what?' I asked confused.

He said nothing, and just stared at me.

'Hello?! Are you deaf?!' I asked annoyed.

'Did you kiss him?'

'What?' I asked confused, not realising what he was talking about.

'Don't bullshit me, Irina.' he took a step towards me. 'Did you kiss him?'

I instantly realised what he was talking about.

Oh my God. Did he see us?

'Whatever I do, is none of your business.'

'But it is.' he said taking one more step towards me. 'Because I saw you first.' one more step. 'I liked you first.' one more. 'I showed you around.' and he carried on taking steps towards me, until I was backed against the wall, with no way of escaping.

'Well... maybe you weren't clear enough. Have you thought about that?' I said not breaking eye contact.

Kylian chuckled lightly. 'You know...' he said smiling. 'I really thought you were different from all the other girls that showed up here before you.' he said shaking his head. 'But you're just a pawn in Neymar's game.'

I was speechless.

'Do you know how many were in the same position you are with him now?' he continued, leaning closer, our faces being just a few inches apart. 'All of them.' he whispered.

I pushed him away, dashing his shirt on the floor and walking out of the changing room.