Broken Without You

Chapter 3

The fans at a college game are like a high school rowdy crowd in its entirety to say the least. The deafening boom of the commentator's voice almost makes it seem like a FIFA World Cup final and you eagerly sit, your heart pumping with pre game jitters. After a few torturous seconds you spot Rafinha, running with his teammates around the field. "They're barely warming up?" Jenny asks, taking a bite from her nachos. "Yeah," you respond, "but they're about to start." "So which ones Rafa?" Jenny asks in a suggestive tone. "Rafinha," you emphasize, is number 12 right there" you point. "Oh" says Jenny. "What?" You demand. "I don't know I thought number 11 looks more your type" she says muffled through the cheese in her mouth. "Number 11 what the.." Scanning the players you see that it is none other than the famous Neymar. "Absolutely not" you say shaking your head. "Rafinha doesn't really like him, and he sounds mean" you say fiercely. What Rafinha forgot to mention however, was his talent and good looks. As much as you hated to admit, there was something about Neymar that drove you to watch him more than the boy who had asked you to be there. You had to watch him either way, because Neymar appeared to be the playmaker, and just as Rafinha had described, his speed was impressive. He raced from the center to the box and shot the soccer ball with deadly force. After faking left, Neymar dribbled the ball towards the goalpost and scored what marked the first goal of the game. The crowd went crazy and you applauded calmly. "That was amazing!" Jenny exclaimed. "Yeah, yeah it was" you say stealing a nacho. Neymar pointed to the sky and continued playing. The game ended with a 3-1 win, after another goal by Neymar and Rafinha (!!!!) and an unfortunate own goal by some Pique kid. Unsure of wether you should find Rafinha or let him celebrate with his buddies, you decided to sit and wait awhile on the bench with Jenny. He didn't waste much time on coming to you though, and shuffled over breathlessly. "You came!!" He said happily. Jenny was quick to disappear, taking her nachos with her. "Yes, I saw your goal too, congrats" you say. His excitement is too much and he hugs you lifting you off the ground. You both laugh as he retells the goal, even though technically you were there. "Rafinha were leaving already, there will be girls where we're going too" calls out an arrogant voice. You stop smiling and turn to face Neymar Jr.