Karim & Natasha |
Every
conversation I had with Natasha came back to Malik, but what else could I
expect? He was her man, after all.
I stared
at the grass, hands to my knees, shoulders heaving. I thought working out with
the guys would take my mind off what had happened earlier in the day, but it
didn't.
Stupid
had to be my middle name for getting stuck on a girl I'd met less than two
weeks ago, which didn't make sense. Usually, it was the other way around.
My days
of high school and community league football had provided me with steady access
to a variety of girls who were willing to do anything to be with a footballer. Maybe
I needed one of them to get Natasha out of my head.
With my
breathing almost back to normal, I started my cooling down exercises, conscious
of the girls in the stands. Some of them were connected to the guys with me on
the field and others were there in hopes of getting with someone. Some things
never changed and that was one of them.
Someone
clapped me on the shoulder and called my name. When he stood before me, I recognized
a neighbor and friend from high school. "Picket, good to see you," I
said.
"I
heard you were back," he said, pulling on a pair of gloves.
"Yeah,
for the summer. What's up with you?"
"Still
studying and playing on the weekends."
I pointed
to the guys I'd been with, who were running a last lap around the field.
"You're part of the league?"
"Yeah,
man." He smiled again, showing teeth which reminding me why we'd never
called him by his given name in school.
A bunch
of guys greeted us and we got pulled into different conversations. After a few
minutes, a whistle sounded and they started their training session. I watched them
for a bit and then walked to the stands where I'd left my bag and water bottle.
At times
like this, I felt left out. My friends had moved on with their lives and I just
dropped in during the holidays. My connection with Malik kept me tied to his
group of friends, but I'd always been more of a loner, so I didn't feel the
need to have people around me every hour of the day.
The alarm
on my watch vibrated and I knew it was time to get moving. Mom gave me a free
run with the van as long as I stuck to her schedule. She was going out this
evening and needed me to watch Kyle since Uncle Brian wouldn't be back until
tomorrow.
I thought about contacting Natasha to apologize for getting into her business today, but didn't think it would make much impact or sense. She hadn't been willing to listen when I tried talking to her earlier, so it was hardly likely she'd want to hear from me now.
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A good share. Nice to get into his mind for a bit Joy.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sheena-Kay. It's always good to get the guys perspective.
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ReplyDeleteI love the name, Malik. It's unusual without being odd and very masculine. Can just see the sweating shining on his skin over his muscles after his workout.
ReplyDeleteI like it too, Susan. Happy to paint good word pictures. :)
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