Destined

New Arrival

There was a knock at the door. Ms Fuse nodded her head while still looking down at her work. There was another knock. Followed by another. "Oh my god, come in." She yelled and rolled her eyes. A young boy stood at the door. About 15.. Yeah, my age.

My eyes widened as i examined him from head to toe. He was tanned, with his hair in a slick mohawk. If he joined the school, i could see a bright future ahead of him with the popular girls.

He patiently walked into the room towards Ms Fuse's desk, his green eyes gleaming. His eyes definitely complimented his tanned skin. Maria Dos Santos continued with her nails.

"Ah Neymar, have you finally made a decision?"

Neymar. Neymar

He nodded with a distinctive look. "The school looks great to me, i'll join. But you've better let me get on with football as well you know." He laughed

I couldn't help but let a miniature squeal out. That laugh. Football.

"Maria, come here." Ms Fuse called her over. Hastily, Maria fixed her hair and elegantly made her way to Neymar. I exhaled aggressively. Can she not. "Escort Neymar around the school please" Ms Fuse cast a fake smile.

This was not going to go well. At all.

Impetuously, I searched for an excuse to leave.

"Dont pack your bags, you still have a few minutes left." The teacher said

"But i ha-"

"-ve to stay here darling. I don't care" She cut me off.

-2 minutes later-

"Dismissed"

I burst out of my chair and sprinted in the direction i thought was the one that Maria and Neymar took. I have no idea why i'm even doing this. I found Neymar sitting on the school stage along with Maria. She was doing her daily job, flirting. Although he looked like he was enjoying it. My heart sank.

"Wait one second, i'll be back in five minutes. Stay here okay." Maria blew a kiss at the poor guy, being forced to wait for her.

He seemed pretty cool. Cocky, but i could work with that. This was my chance.

Slyly, I tiptoed up to the stage where he rummaged through his sports bag. "Uh, hey?" I tried to get his attention. There was a silence. He stopped to take out his white football shirt from his bag and looked up at me. Our eyes met. God, them eyes.

"Could you please tell that girl that i have to go to my football training?" His accent was adorable.

"Sure-" he was gone.

Oh.

Surprisingly, i also had football training, and the last thing i'd ever want to happen was to speak to Maria alone.