Colby
“Hey, Colby!” Coach grunted, grabbing my shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “What’s wrong with you? Where’s the spirit of my best player?”
I only let out a tired sigh, my eyes focused on his neck rather than his face.
“Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, or was the accident that bad?” he asked, a crease forming on his forehead.
I shook my head, and he tapped my hair lightly. “Get your head in the game, lad. Go!”
Nodding, I returned to the field, dribbling and playing, but I kept messing up. I was even worse than before.
“What the hell is wrong with you!” Coach yelled, his face contorted with anger. I had never seen him this furious with me. Maybe because I had always been so good at the game, he had never had a reason to be mad, but now I was screwing up big time.
What was wrong with me? I knew exactly what was wrong. Sally was what was wrong with me. Tell me why I couldn’t stop picturing her in my mind, asking me in sign language to take her virginity and have sex with her. Then, I’d envision myself driving my cock into her tight, virgin cunt.
The reason I’d never want to have sex with a virgin is that they’re a lot of work. I dated one once and regretted it because not only did my back ache after sex, but my cock ached as well. They never satisfied me, and why should I deal with the hassle of seeing blood? Hell no!
But Sally… I couldn’t stop imagining it! Damn it. What was wrong with me? Get your head back in the game, Colby Banks, for goodness’ sake! I tried to take the ball from one of the players but ended up crashing brutally to the grass instead.
“Hey, you alright?” the player asked, extending a hand.
“I’m fine,” I replied, ignoring his hand and standing up on my own. When I looked up, I saw Coach walking toward me, angrier than I’d ever seen him, his hands clenched into fists.
“What’s going on, Colby?” he questioned, narrowing his small eyes at me. “The competition is in three days! I know it’s a minor one, but everyone will be watching. We need to show them that Boston Soccer Boys rule the game.”
“I’m sorry,” was all I could mutter.
“You were doing great a few days ago. Is something bothering you?” Coach asked, his tone a mix of calmness and agitation.
I sighed deeply, scratching the side of my head and then looking down at the green grass.
“Well, I can see that something’s bothering you, Colby. I think you should go home right now and fix it-whatever it is. Make sure you do because I don’t want to see you come here and flop like you did today. Now, leave!”
I nodded and ran off to grab my bag. I took out a water bottle, drank some, and then poured the rest over my hair, face, and neck. When I opened my eyes, I saw a group of girls smiling, pointing, and talking about me.
“So cute!”
“He’s so handsome!”
“Colby is hot as fuck.”
“Maybe I should go ask for his number,” one girl suggested, but I quickly grabbed my bag and dashed away before she could reach me.
Fortunately, when I arrived at the bus stop, a bus was already waiting. I boarded, paid, and sat down. There was a young couple sitting in front of me, being all lovey-dovey.
I scowled at the lovebirds, putting in my AirPods to distract myself from their public display of affection. I closed my eyes, trying to lose myself in the song, my head resting against the seat. Just when I thought I was sufficiently distracted, Sally popped into my mind again.
Shit! My eyes flew open. This was really getting out of hand. Would I even be able to play like this? I ran a hand across my face and sighed.
“Go home and fix it!” Coach’s words echoed in my mind, and I let out a loud scoff.
Fix it? Did he expect me to go home and fuck that virgin? Hell no! I wasn’t going to do that. Soon, I arrived at my stop and saw Yvonne exiting a pharmacy. Was she sick? Was anyone at home ill?
I trailed behind her, observing closely while walking slowly. I knew she wouldn’t tell me the details, so I decided to snatch the bag from her hand.
With lightning speed, I rushed to her side and grabbed the black bag she was holding. I looked at her, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Give me that, Colby!” she yelled, moving closer to me.
I stepped back, opening the bag. “Are you sick, little sister?”
“Don’t ask me questions, just give it to me!” she yelled, but I ran off with the bag. Once there was a considerable distance between us, I took out an Ozempic pen.
As she got closer, she stretched her hand toward me. “Can you give that to me?” she yelled.
I looked her up and down, almost glaring. “And since when have you been diabetic?” I asked.
“None of your fucking business!” she yelled, snatched the bag, and stormed past me, roughly bumping my shoulder as if she now hated me.
My hobbies might be playing football, but I’m still a student of medicine, a good student at that, and that means I know quite a lot about drugs, including Ozempic. I also knew that my sister isn’t diabetic. She could have only bought it for one reason – to lose that weight that wasn’t even there or was it coming back? Had it been coming back and I never realized?
I sighed deeply and caught up with her before she could enter the house.
“Yvonne?” I called.
“Don’t fucking call my name,” she snapped.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, but can you tell me what’s going on, please?” I asked. She turned to me, her eyes glassy with tears.
She didn’t need to say anything-I understood her. I let out a deep sigh and hugged her while she bawled her eyes out and soaked my chest with her tears.