Being the best is a requirement for me. When it comes to this, I am the best. Unlike others, I can move quickly. As for me, I'm quite robust. I have a high IQ. Many professional teams are interested in signing me because I am the starting goalkeeper for my high school's soccer squad. My teammates will follow my every order as long as I am captain. Girls urge me to add them to my list of s*x partners. To avoid my father's anger, I just need to make it to the professional league and play for the best team in the world. I am Williams Phanuel, and I have made sure that everything in existence is centered on me. I've got my eye on the new girl in class; it'll only be a matter of time until she succumbs to my charms. This one is more obstinate than others; she won't even give me her name. She has a sharp mind, too. Perhaps too witty for his own good. I simply cannot admit her. No one will get past me. Despite my lack of concern, I must admit that she is distracting me from my objective. Your father will not approve of that. Do I need to reiterate how much I adore the works of William Shakespeare? I'm aware of that. To put it simply, I am a paradox in human form. There are "some born great," "some who make great," and "those who have greatness thrust upon them," as Shakespeare put it. I managed to acquire all three! No one can ever hope to measure up to that.
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"Hia, Williams!"
I tried to wipe the sweat from my eyes with the back of my glove while ignoring Braden Long's grating voice coming from behind the goal, but I suppose all I really managed to do was rub muck over my face. Ignoring Long's voice, I tried to ignore the fact that it was coming from behind the goal. By moving the ball to the right and then to the left with the toe of my cleat, I was able to keep it within my reach and maintain my control. The striker for the other team ran up to me in an effort to exert a little bit of pressure on me. Before stooping down and picking up the ball off the ground, I waited until the very last second that was still available.
I had a minute and six seconds.
I started my ascent to the pinnacle of the box by tossing the ball into the air, and as I ran, I grabbed it a little more tightly. I was able to see the central defender, Maxwell Wood, heading to the left side of the pitch. As he did so, he drew one of their midfielders with him, which opened up space for our striker, Tripp Fred. I had just one second to spare before I punted the ball directly to him.
"Oh my God! That was such a cool moment!
That girl was a real pain in the rear.
I just could not afford to make any blunders while the score was knotted at one point each. Even though it was the opening game of the season, it was also the one that would determine how the rest of the year would play out. The fact that I had what had to be the single most annoying cheerleader in the whole history of cheerleading standing directly behind my goal was making the situation even worse.
I couldn't remember the last time I even bothered to pay attention to what she had to say. Not at all, this is not the case. It's possible that I took her virginity while we were both intoxicated at the end-of-the-year bonfire on the beach, but I can guarantee that I never once informed her what time it was.
There are still seven minutes left in play. I was able to make a simple catch as it came straight at me, rolled the it to Maxwell, and he took off running down the sideline of the field. I motioned to Fred and the midfielder Holder Jerry to head to the right side of the pitch. Then, when Maxwell hammered a wonderful cross to the far side of the box, Holder was there with the header.
The screech that Braden made was enough to get me to turn around and give her the evil eye.
"Would you please be quiet for once?" I lost my temper. She made some sort of giggling sound and then locked arms with a girl who I hadn't seen before. She had a hoodie pulled up over her head and was rather petite for her age. If I were with Braden Longs, I would certainly be concealing my identity by wearing a hoodie.
Both of them started skipping in the direction of the corner that was closest to the tunnel that led to the locker rooms. It turned out that Braden skipped and pulled the other girl along with her. I gave myself a light headshake before refocusing my attention on the game.
Jersey number sixteen was coming up on me from the right, and jersey number four was coming up from the left. Because the player on the right was out of position by at least six feet, I switched my focus to the other player who was being prevented from moving forward by Maxwell.
After flying over the heads of the midfielders, the ball was caught by player number sixteen on the right side of the field, who then began to swing his leg back. As the ball sailed over my right shoulder and into the goal behind me, I immediately straightened up and waited for the official to blow the whistle and raise the flag signaling an offside violation.
While I was looking from him to the line official on the side and back again, the referee blew his whistle and declared a goal. He was writing in his booklet, which he pulled out of the pocket on the back of his shirt.
"You're kidding, right?" I lost my temper. "By a country mile, he was offside!"
As he recorded the score of two points each, the official shook his head from one side to the other as he did so. I climbed to the very top of the box until I was face to face with him, and then I threw both of my hands into the air.
"You complete moron, this is not a game for Pee Wees!" I yelled. We are not in our childhood! Are you fucking blind, or have you just been smoking crack all this time?
"Get back in position," he whispered as he stowed the book away in his pocket again. "Get back in position."
"Are you the fucking imbecile I think you are?" I made a fist of both hands. "Have you read the rule book, you fucking idiot?"
The next thing I knew, I was going completely red in the face.
A warning, in other words.
I walked off the field and into the tunnel leading to the locker rooms, staring at the ground and ignoring the boos and applause coming from the spectators as I went. When I arrived to the opening of the tunnel, Braden was talking nonsense, but I didn't pay attention to what she was saying. I was still seething and gazing down at the ground, so I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, which is how I managed to run right into Braden's new friend. I apologize to both of them.
"Get the f*** out of my path!" the speaker yelled. I yelled out loud before even turning to look at her. When I finally did look down, I noticed bright blue eyes staring up at me in shock, and they were quite wide open. As I watched her bottom lip get swallowed up by her teeth, I felt a tingling sensation in my cock.
Amazing, you guys.
As if I were in need of that crap.
No, not during my final year of high school competition.
I required concentration.
I shoved by her and stormed out of the brilliant sunlight and into the dim hallway as I left the area. After entering the locker room, I undressed to my underwear, washed, and immediately began redressing without even bothering to grab a towel. I gave my head a good shake to remove the water, and I watched as drops of water landed on the mirror in front of me. At least on the sides, I attempted to keep my hair relatively short, but the top of my head was a mess.
Even after grabbing a large glob of styling putty from the jar and attempting to work it into my light brown hair, I was unable to achieve the results I was hoping for. I tilted my head to the side and examined the bruise that ran up my bicep and appeared to have the distinct shape of a hexagon.
I found myself gazing into my own eyes for a brief moment. Because of the intense fluorescent lighting, the olive-green orbs had the appearance of being angry, which matched my state of mind well. After taking a few deep breaths, I lowered myself to the bench in front of my locker, which was numbered one to correspond with the number that was on my jersey. Everyone was aware that I was the fucking star of the show.
everyone else, with the exception of that fucking referee.
I was curious about his background and who had brought him to our field in the first place. I'd never seen him before. The jackass must have been from out of town, since otherwise he would not have carded me. The referees in this area simply had a greater understanding.
I reached into my locker and grabbed my purse, then dug out my phone and began scrolling through the contacts on it. After finding the person whose name I was looking for, I immediately hit the submit key.
The voice addressed Phanuel with, "Hey there!" "What is it that I can do for you?"
"Find out who was officiating my game today, and have that jerk's credentials removed." "Find out who was officiating my game today."
“Name?”
"No idea. He is only five feet and five inches tall, yet he is completely blind. If this had been a match for the World Cup, he would have had to be secretly taken out of the nation in order to avoid having a bullet lodged in his head as a result of the incident. Fucking idiot."
"Who's the center ref?"
“Yeah.”
"A yellow slip for you?"
“Red.”
“Damn!” The speaker on the phone let out a faint whistle that I could hear. “Gotcha. I'm going to find out who did it. You won't run into him ever again.
I cautioned him, saying, "Better not, otherwise it's your ass."
“Nice. Attending the dance later on tonight?"
“Probably.” After hanging up, I hurled my phone back into the locker where it had been sitting. I turned around and rested against the door of the locker while I extended my legs out in front of me as far as they would go. I pointed my toes upward and loosened the ligaments in my ankles.
Reference to motherfucking.
I'm getting a red card.
Does he have any effing idea who the fuck I am?
I pulled the covers over my head and clamped my jaw shut while clenching my teeth together as fiercely as I could. My fists were clenched, and a part of me secretly wanted that the referee would decide to come and "speak to me" after the game, so that I could have the opportunity to mess up his face.
When I heard the band start playing outside, I figured it was probably time to call the game. I was curious as to who would have volunteered to play goalie in the final few minutes of the game. We had already used up all of our substitutes, so Matty, who was supposed to be our backup goaltender, was unable to even take the field.
This poor cretin had the opportunity to participate in the first game of the year but was unable to.
Ha!
Fucker.
EPILOGUE "Oh, come on! You can do it! You can do it!I did a half-jog down the side of the field while yelling at the seven first graders who were running up and down the pitch in a tiny clustered shape. It looked like the ball was the queen bee, and the kids were the worker bees. It made no difference which position they were meant to be in because in the end, they were all within three feet of each other."Spread yourselves out!""Stay on your side!" is a command.“Jonathan! You're on defense! Get back!"Jonathan Walsh did not stop chasing after the ball until he noticed his mother standing on the sidelines with his younger sister and a pouch of Capri Sun. Jonathan was surprised to see his mother in that position. He came to a stop directly in front of her."Do you have any juices available?"Maria greeted the youngster with the words, "Here you go, sweetie," as she passed the child a bag containing sugar water. While he was there, the opposing team went right past him and scored a
That evening, I sketched a drawing of Sharon's hand, depicting the ring that she was wearing on her ring finger. She admitted that the tears she shed were happy tears, but it was still enough to make her cry. I was the one who held her, and we both came to the conclusion that we would wait until after we had graduated before we actually did the deed.Words from Shakespeare that I had never pondered before found their way into my head: "When this ring parts from this finger, then parts life from hence." [Shakespeare] "When this ring parts from this finger, then parts life from hence." Simply having the awareness that it was present made a world of a difference to me.At this point, I am willing to hold off."Are you okay?""No," I answered. I laughed, but it sounded more apprehensive than happy and there wasn't much delight in the sound. "Is it absolutely necessary for me to be here?"Gardner nodded his head in agreement as he stated, "It's rather customary." They aren't just going to
Once more, he turned his eyes to look at me, and the space between his thick, dark brows was tightly knit together."I already missed so much of your life," he whispered to her. "I'm sorry." "I don't want to miss out on anything else."I was completely at a loss for words regarding my response. When I was trying to think of something that my dad, Lou, had ever done that was even remotely comparable to this, thoughts of him kept popping into my head. Despite the fact that he had repeatedly brought to my attention the extent of the things he had given up for me, nothing could even come close to competing with what he had done.I gave in and said, "That's not something you have to do."His response was, "I know I don't have to," and he was right. When he saw that I was sitting on the opposite side of the bed, he got up and walked around to that side. Before continuing, he sat down next to me and resumed his conversation. "Williams, I am interested in doing this. I long to be in physical
I responded with, "Bullshit," "I'm going to walk again—Danielle even predicted I would. Even though it will probably be another few weeks until I walk, I will walk. I won't be able to play again... at least not to the same level as before. I am aware of that. I have come to terms with it.""I know you say that," she remarked as she walked back over to the bed and clasped my hand in hers. "but I also know that it still has to get you down."I shrugged."Occasionally," I was honest enough to say. "However, I am also aware that despite what my father has always said, it is not the entirety of my existence. I really hope that I'll be able to...I don't know, at the very least I should run around and kick a ball again at some point in the future, but if I don't, I'll just have to learn to live with it. Perhaps I'll try my hand at coaching or something. You wouldn't be in my life if I weren't the way that I am. When compared to that, losing at soccer is a pretty fucking tiny setback.Sharon
"This is complete and utter hogwash!"When I was in that situation, I would have given almost anything to be able to get out of my chair and punch a hole in the wall that separated me from Justin's office in the rehabilitation center where we were both working. I did nothing but sit there with my hands clenched into fists and pressed on my eyes instead.My resentment for Lou, my father, surfaced from deep within me, as it had been doing so frequently in recent days, and poured out in the form of tears.It was the worst thing ever.I looked over at Justin, who was seated in the chair directly across from me. He had leaned back in the chair, which caused the front legs of the chair to raise up off the floor a little bit. When we chatted, he never had a notebook, a clipboard, or anything else with him, so I always wondered a little bit if he just recalled everything or if he wrote it down afterward. He never had anything with him when we talked.There were times when I, too, despised him
“Yeah.” When I looked up at him, I noticed that he was smiling for the very first time since I had met him for lunch."Thanks, Williams," was the response he gave.My response was, "You're welcome," and I meant it. “So, um, what should I call you?”His forehead wrinkled up in concentration."Um, what do you want to call me?" "Whatever you want.""I don't know," I confessed to myself. "I have always referred to Lou as Dad. I really don't want to refer to anyone else by that name.""I'm not so sure I'd be completely comfortable with that, either," he said. "I'm not so sure I'd be completely comfortable with that."I remarked to him, "I've just been calling you Gardner in my head," and he laughed.He let out a laugh."Since I've been playing in the band, I can't say that anyone has really called me that, but if they did, I wouldn't mind.""Cool," I said. I extended my hand and we exchanged handshakes. "Gardner it is."Soon after that, I had pretty well had it with sitting in the fucking
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