I walked down the field with Danny and Daniella they were twins that I hang out with. They were in the bleachers already.

"Heads up!" I looked at the one who yelled it and heard laughs. I smiled and went to the rail.

"Hey hot head want to help me?" I asked sweetly.

"Me?" One questioned.

"Wanna help me?" I asked him.

"Uh . . . Yeah." I walked over to him.

"Make sure that ball gets to the quarterback if he throws it to you so I can yell something okay?" I whispered in his ear.

"But I'll get in trouble."

"No he'll figure it out." He nodded and I grabbed the rail and pulled myself up then jumping over.

I watched my plan unfold and he threw the ball to him but he turned and soon gave it back.

He was tackled and marched over to me still leaning on the rail.

"What the hell?!"

"What the hell me? Oh but I thought you wanted everyone to see that I arrived on your field?"

"How'd you-"

"Know that you said it when I don't talk to you unless nessasary which isn't a lot. Because I knew where you were standing when you said it and it came from the direction of which you were on the field." I pushed off and sat with my friends who were in shock.

They continued and I sat back arms crossed and happy with myself.

I jumped down and went to the boy who helped me.

"Thanks."

"Yeah anytime. I actually think you're really cool not really nerdy."

"Thanks again Jay."

"Yeah." He ran into the locker room and I went off the field.

Soon I went with my brother to the gym and saw the quarterback.

I followed my brother book in hand and felt someone looking at my back. Like I was being burned with lasers from Superman.

I looked back then at the quarterback. I shrugged it off and sat with his stuff beginning to read a comic book.

"Hey Jordan get me my bag would you?"

I nodded and went to retrieve it. I knew he wanted his phone and gave it to him.

"Thanks?"

"I know you." I then looked and saw the guy from before next to the quarterback doing push ups. "And I know him."

I looked at him more and soon he stopped but the quarterback continued.

He met my eyes and smiled. I looked away finally coming back to life.

I sat in the window and read my book. I saw a finger interrupt me and pull it out of my hands.

"Why you reading this instead of my body movements?" His striking blue eyes caught me.

"Because it's better than you by far."

"So I have to be Superman to make you look at me again?"

"I didn't look at you."

"Your eyes tell me you're lying." He smirked. I hated that he wasn't wearing a shirt because I could see sweat and muscles and felt my heart reacting.

"Hey what's wrong with my sister?"

"Nothing just would like to steal your gym buddy."

"Go ahead she doesn't do much I just said we'd go to a book store."

"Yeah and you lied to me." I looked at him and stuck my tongue out.

He smiled and soon I looked at the hand waiting for me to grab it.

"I want my book back." He shook his head.

"I'll give it back if you come with me." I stood and grabbed his hand. We went over to the place he was at and I didn't see the guy anymore.

"Now can I have it?"

"Nope. You're working out."

"No I'm not." I began to walk away.

"You know Superman is one of my favorite superheroes." I froze and went back.

I reached for it but he put his arm up. I was only 5 foot 9 and he was I believe 6 foot 3 now.

He held it above the pull up bar and I glared at him. I grabbed on and crossed my legs.

"Can't do one." I smiled and he put the book down I was about to let go but he grabbed my waist. "Wait!" He lifted me up and I let go when he put me down.

I pulled his hands away and grabbed my book.

"What?"

"I'm not doing that." He raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Fine then do it with me." He grabbed my hands and put them on the bar. "Put your feet on mine." He was holding on the other side. He pulled up and I went up with him. I followed his movements and soon he let go. I pulled up and stayed there.

"Why am I doing this?"

"Because I know you could you were just lying. I watched you climb up the bleachers rail." I let go and my brother was done.

I ran after him and we went home.

"Look at you flirting." He said.

"Shut up I hate him." We finally were in and I remembered my book. I sighed and punched the wall.

"What's up Jordan?"

"The stupid quarterback took my book to make me work out and now the amazing Superman is stuck with him.

"You know he's the captain of every sport at or school right?" Alec asked.

"Right. So the stupid jock took it."

"I thought you guys went to workout?" He looked at Alec.

"Yeah and he's all about being strong and smart in game play. He was seen by a scout plating soccer with me and turned it down. There was something he said he was supposed to do with a girl. The scout was surprised that he cared about girls more than sports but that wasn't it. It was family tradition that she was to become his lover. But he didn't even know who she was yet."

I just looked out the window and soon a car pulled up. I stood and saw who got out. I ran to the door and swung it open.

"Jock gimme." I said and he smiled.

"Ooo. Sorry I had to stop home and left it there. But I'm here for your brother not you." He walked around me and went back into the house. I went up the stairs dragging myself and my brother just watched with my father. "Um. What is she doing?"

"You took her book and now she's all sad." My father said. I went to my room and laid on my bed.

I heard them coming and soon stopped.

"Hey girly want my Superman comics." I sat up and looked at my brother.

"Gimme." I growled.

He smiled and left me with the Jock.

"Nice room you got here. But who did that?" I looked at the Super symbol on my wall.

"Me."

"Nice." I felt the bed sink in and looked at the cardboard box.

"Everone?"

"Everyone." I slid my finger and stopped. I pulled it out and felt pure joy fill me heart.

"Jordan I owe you that game." My father said and I ran to him then went back and grabbed my sneakers and my Brazil soccer ball.

"You play?"

"She has deals and plays with us." I nodded in agreement with my brother.

"Alec and Mr. Woods, Jordan and I." I froze and soon we were outside.

I took a deep breath and soon was passed the ball. I played like Neymar and loved the game as much. I was already past my family and holding the ball on the line I back kicked it in and smiled as I went back.

"Wait what?!" The jock yelled and I smirked.

"We win bye." I said and went to the door.

"That's it?"

"Yeah usually one game and she's out."

"If you can get it in three more times I'll consider giving you that book back." I closed the door and went back. I sat in the goal with the ball in my legs because it was already three in.

My brother pulled me up and I rainbow kicked it over his head.

"Good one." It hit the jock's feet and I went in the house.

"That's not your daughter Mr. Woods that's Neymar."

"She study him and now she never screws up." I went back out and gave an apple to my brother and father then put the apple in the jock's open hand. I went to my room and laid down reading till I fell asleep.