They Don't Know About Us (Neymar)

Chapter 2: Ronald Mc Donald

I waited outside the school for Thiago to pick me up for fifteen minutes, when I started to get worried. I pulled out my phone and called Thiago, but he never picked up. After five more minutes of waiting, a white Audi pulled up beside me. When the driver's window rolled down, I saw a Ray-Banned Neymar smirking at me.

"Can I help you?" I asked."Actually, I am here to help you" he replied.

"Help me with what?" I didn't know what he wanted from me and I just wanted to go home.

"Your bro told me to pick you up from school" he answered cooly.

"And where would my bro be?" I wanted to know.

"Him and coach had to go to some Captain-Coach Conference unexpectedly, so here I am" he said with a goofy smile and couldn't help but return it.

"When's he coming back?"

"Dunno, he just said to pick you up and take you home" he said.

"Oh" I said

"So you're coming or not?" he asked impatiently.

I nodded and got into his car.

" Thiago always told me not to get into a car with strangers, and now look at me, such a rebel I am" I said as we got onto the main road.

Neymar just smiled and said,

"You look so gangster today you know?"

I started bursting out with laughter.

"How do I look like a gangster?" I desperately wanted to know.

I checked in my passenger mirror and I think I knew what he meant. I was wearing a black hoodie, blue skinnies, my white All Stars and a white snapback with a golden 'T' on it with my curly hair hanging over my shoulders.

"Nice hat" he said smirking.

"Thanks" I said and noticed that he too was wearing a snapback with his name on, only he was wearing his the wrong way round.

"You know your hat is the wrong way round right?" I asked wanting to fix it.

"Yeah" he said not taking his eyes off the road.

"Why do you wear it like that?" I asked.

"It just looks better" he said laughing.

"No it doesn't. It looks wrong" I argued.

"Perfectionist?" he asked.

"I am not a perfectionist!"

"Okay, prove it. Wear your hat the wrong way round" he challenged me.

"Watch me!" I said and did as he asked.

"Oh bad ass" he teased and made a weird face.

"Where are we going?" I asked him. We were heading to the city instead of the residential area where Thiago & I lived.

"I'll take you home now, I promised Davi I'd get him a happy meal" he said smiling.

"Who's Davi?" I wanted to know. Probably his little brother.

"My son" he said smiling proudly.

His what?

"Your what ?"

"My son" he said looking at me weirdly.

"You have a son?"

"Yeah" he smiled again.

"Oh my gosh! How old is he?"

"He's turning two in August"

"And how old are you?"

Neymar didn't look a day over twenty five so he must have had Davi at a really young age.

"I'm twenty one".

"Twenty one! You had Davi when you were nineteen?" I asked loudly.

"Yeah..." he answered starting to look a bit uncomfortable.

"What about his mum?" I asked.

"What about her?" he asked looking annoyed.

"Never mind " I said not wanting to get on his wrong side. I didn't want to get hit by another football.

"Mind if I turn the radio on?" I asked hoping to break the awkward tension now between us.

"Sure" he  smirked.

What was with this guy and smirking? Was that his signature style or something?

I switched the radio on while we waited in line at the drive through at McDonalds.

I searched for my favourite station and when I  heard one of my favourite songs playing, I couldn't help but start to sing along.

"I like us better when we're wasted!" I started singing, forgetting I was in a car with Neymar.

"Sorry..." I said feeling a bit embarrassed. I expected to hear an 'it's okay' from Neymar, but I was surprised when he started singing along too.

"Oh oh oh oh" he sang, pouting too.

I was too busy laughing to notice the girl at window who started fangirling when she saw Neymar.

"Oh. My. God. Neymar Junior? Neymar Junior! Oh my God, Neymar Junior is looking at me!" she said excitedly with a huge smile plastered on her face.

"Hi..." Neymar replied awkwardly.

"Oh my God, Neymar is talking to me!" she continued.

I was busy laughing in the passenger seat when Neymar said,

"Ha ha, I bet you're enjoying this aren't you?"

"Well I never said become a famous football star!"

"So what can I get you Mr. Neymar?" the girl asked.

"Uhm, I'll just have a happy meal please" Neymar smiled at her.

"Is this for you or for Davi?" she smiled.

Like chick, mind your own business I thought to myself. Wait, she knew he had a son?

"For Davi, of course" Neymar said interrupting my thoughts.

"Right! One happy meal coming up Mr. Neymar!"

"Please, call me Neymar" he said.

Wow. Classic celeb.

And with this, the girl's eyes lit up and she smiled again.

"Hey, mind if I get a picture?" she asked.

"Sure, what's your name?" he asked.

"Cami" she replied. They took a selfie and Neymar payed and got the happy meal, but not before giving Cami a wink.

We drove back to my house listening to music and occasionally singing along to some songs. He dropped me off at home, we said bye and I went inside and started with my homework.