To Save a Stranger

Chapter 1

After a three hour soccer practice, I drive home quickly. My team is practicing pretty close to my house right now, so it's not a big deal to go every night. Other people, like my closest friend on the team, Alfredo Morales, who lives pretty far, have to stay in a hotel.
About ten minutes from my house, I see a girl lying by the side of the road, crying. I pull over and hop out of the car.
"Hey. Are you alright?" as I say this, she looks up with the saddest facial expression that I've ever seen.
"Yes I'm alright. Please leave me alone." She has an interesting voice, tainted by a soft accent.
"No, I refuse to leave you on the side of the road like this. Do you live around here? I can take you home."
"My house is very far, but I don't want to go back anyway. My parents uh... I'm locked out."
"That shouldn't be a problem, we can just break a window or something." I'm trying to help, but for some reason, she is getting very defensive.
"No! Just leave me alone." And with an intimation of desperation she whispers,"Please."
"Well then we can just go for a ride."
She stands reluctantly, giving up; I help her into the car and we drive off. I think she needs some time to figure out what is going on. What was she doing on the side of the road?
"So... what's your name? I'm Louis, you might know me as a defender for the USMNT." I hope I don't sound over-confident, but I feel awkward not starting a conversation.
"Adil." She looks at me and I see that she is Indian, with super dark brown hair and dark skin.
She looks away, attempting to end the conversation. But I'm not easy to shut up.
"I like that name. Very unique.
"So," I continue, "what were you doing out so late? I mean, it's like 10; a little late to be on the streets."
She doesn't answer.
"Okay, well, what can I do for you? You probably want to go home, right?"
"No."
I take a sharp turn into a plaza. Its now my goal to cheer her up.
"Why don't... we get some French fries?" I was about to ask her why she didnt want to go home, but I don't think she is ready to tell me yet. We did just meet like 30 seconds ago.
"I don't have any money."
"Don't worry about the money. This is on me. Let's go." We walk into the restaurant, and there is no line (Shocker for what time it is).I order two chomo shakes and two orders of curly fries. we sit down at a little table by a window, and she digs in. I mean, she eats like she hasn't eaten in months.
"So, um, Adil, how old are you?" I try starting with basic questions, to see what bothers her and what doesn't.
" I'm sixteen. eleventh grade."
"Cool, cool. I'm eighteen but I don't go to high school. I'm tutored so that I can get more practice time in. USMNT is very demanding. And I don't want to get stupider."
A giggle. "Stupider isn't a word."
I laugh too and ramble on and on about everything soccer, but she doesn't seem to mind. We leave once she is done, and I start to drive on random streets. We end up in a dead end twice.
I run out of gas after half an hour, and I have no clue where we are. There is a little park down the street, so we make camp in the jungle gym.
"Tell me about you." I say, exhausted of talking about my self. She gives a small snicker and begins.