“Do you need a ride?” a friend asked when he drove by and saw him walking down the street. “ No thanks, my house is at the corner of the next block, “ he lied. He kept walking down the road with a football in his hand and wearing a half-ripped shirt like he was coming back from a war. No…he was on his way home from a few hours of workout with his football team. “ Yo, I heard there is a party going on tonight…”, he recalled the conversation during the workout among his football teammates, whom he loved to death. Too bad…they partied without him that night. He couldn’t go to the party by walking…
“Yo…Italian Job tonight, 10:25, can you watch it?” his brother asked…at least the one he looked up to like a brother. “Sorry man, it’s kind of too late, I have a curfew, remember? Just drop me off first,” he said as he watched him talking to his friends about their Saturday night plan. “What the hell…you are graduating, and you can’t even enjoy your summer like we did when we were at your age?” was this a question or a statement from his brother? …he had nothing to say but to look at the floor of his brother’s room. He quietly waited until 9:30, it was time to go home…on a Saturday night. “See you at HBA tomorrow,” he said good-bye to his brother and saw him speeding off the street. Movie night…happy time…yeah, right. He goes upstairs to his room and waits for the sign of fatigue to take him away.
“May I have your number?” he finally had the guts to ask her for the digits. “Sure…*******, “ she told him quickly and they said good-bye in the hallway. He hasn’t felt that good about himself for a while. You go boy…she might like you. Haha, that’s what you think. “Hey, what’s up, how are you…,” he spoke as softly as he could, trying to be a gentleman on the phone. An hour later, he lied on the bed and thought about every single details of the nice conversation he just had with her. He cherished every single second of the conversation like he could only speak to her for the last time…yet it was. “Can we just be friends?” she asked. “Sure, why not,” he said…
“You have to separate your emotion from your game, you can’t let your emotion affect your performance,” his team’s superstar spoke to him after they lost a close basketball game. “You have nothing to prove…,” the superstar added. “Maybe I do, “ he thought to himself, even though he knew that the superstar was right; however, who is there to understand him when he feels he is lost and nobody recognizes his potential?
“Do you have your license?”
“Can you chill tonight without us?”
“You talking to any girls?”
“Are you good at anything?”
He is so scared of these questions.
He can’t be seen.
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