Stronger |Marco R.|

Greetings

Marco's POV
Mario and I were walking through the tunnels talking about our next match against Borussia Mönchengladbach. I noticed Marc talking to someone. I didn't pay much attention to them, assuming it wasn't important. I set the bag full of footballs on the ground and tied my laces. I heard a loud feminine laugh. I turned to see a girl with long brown hair that was pulled into a ponytail. She was tall and slim . Her smile was big, showing off her straight white teeth as she laughed and shook hands with Marc. She seemed to know who he was. But I definitely knew who she was. Alex Martinez. 
"Dude are you okay?" Auba asked me.
"Stop drooling over her," Mario said smirking.
"I'm not drooling over her," I defended myself.
"Yeah right," Auba said, throwing my water bottle at me. 

Alex's POV

I finished talking to Marc and looked around. The rest of the boys still hadn't noticed me because they were putting their cleats on. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Mario Götze smiling at me.
"Hi I'm Mario," he says shaking my hand.
"I'm Alex and, I know who you are," I say smiling as well.
"You know who I am?" he asks surprised.
"Of course," I reply.
"No offense but I thought Americans don't watch football and you're a girl," he said.
"Excuse me? What's wrong with me being a girl?" I ask narrowing my eyes at him.
"I love football," I state.
"Oh really?" says a accented voice.
I look behind Mario to see Aubameyang.
"Prove it," he says.
"I don't need to prove anything to you," I say smirking.
"Auba leave her alone," comes a voice.
I turn my head and make eye contact with the Marco Reus. I study him for a second before sticking my hand out.
"Marco Reus, what a pleasure to meet you," I greet.
"Alex Martinez, the pleasure is all mine," he replies firmly shaking my hand, never breaking eye contact.
A sharp whistle cuts through the air diverting everyone's attention. All heads turn to look at Lucien.
"I want you all to meet someone very special," he begins, motioning for me to come stand next to him. I fiddle with my fingers from the pressure of everyone looking at me.
"This is Alex Martinez. She will be staying with us for this season of the Bundesliga," he announces.
"You can ask her any appropriate questions," Lucien says.
"I'll let you answer them," he said walking to the side leaving me in the spotlight.
"Are you single?" Mario asks.
I let out a small laugh before responding,
"Yes"
"How old are you?" Auba inquires.
"I'm 16"
"Why are you here? You're so young. Heck, you don't even speak German," says a new voice, I recognize as Roman Bürki's.
"Well, first of all I do speak German, and I'm here because your coach asked me to come and what does my age have to do with anything?" I reply.
"You speak German?" Mario inquired.
"Yeah, I lived in Deutschland for almost a year when I was 13 so I learned it," I explained.
"Where did you live?" asked Marc Bartra.
"Berlin,"I respond.
"Alright, that's enough," Lucien says.                                                                                                                  "And as for why she's here, she has special training in clinical physiology and CIA tactics. She can provide security as well as help with medical things. And not to mention she speaks 7 languages," he informs 

"Wait," Marco interrupts. "Will you be at tomorrow's game?"
"If it's okay with coach then of course I will," I reply.
"Good," Lucien states. "Then I don't have to force you to come."
The boys laugh as I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Excuse me?" I gasp, pretending to be offended.
"Rude," I say, sassily flipping my ponytail over my shoulder and strutting away.