KyleWe finish practice at about four, but I decide to stay longer and work some more on my shooting. I’ve been favoring my strong side, the way we all probably do, but I know I shouldn’t. By the time I finish, even my coach’s left and the older guy, cleaning the ice yells at me from the top of the big machine he’s driving. “Hey, Kyle.”“Yes, Sir?”I lift my protection gear off my helmet and he shakes his head. “Wrap it up for today, boy. I ‘aint staying all night because of you. “I laugh and shake my head, but still, gather all my stuff and head for the showers. The school’s empty by now and I type a message to Jeremy if he wants to meet later. Although later would probably mean late, and I assume he’d say no. I take my clothes off and once I do, I realize my feet are numb and my leg has started to hurt even more. “Damn, it, “ I mutter as I try to relax and run the hot water over me once I’m in the shower. A few minutes like that and I feel better. Everything is quickly wrappe
Eva School, students, hallways, classmates talking about their homework; complaining about what their mother said, or about who had the shitty sandwiches at the cafeteria or will there be a history test next week. I am walking towards my classroom. Everything’s the same, yet it’s not. It is because those are the same faces I’ve been seeing for so long, that I know what each is talking about without even me trying to listen. It isn’t, because I feel different. It is not because of the tattoo, or everything that happened in the past days. I feel like, and it’s that perfect feeling, of not having to explain anything to anyone. It’s the absence of a need to try and make yourself clear to others. Because it doesn’t matter who does or doesn’t understand, as long as you know yourself. The chicks, the nerds, the gorillas from the hockey team, the funny clowns- they are all the same, The difference is- I don’t care about either of them. I open the door and head for my seat. “Sorry I’
Jeremy “Hey, Kyle. “ I send him a message while we’re in class and it’s one of those situations where you send a message to someone from the other end of the room and you wait for them to go for their phones and see it. Not that I’ve done this much before. He picks his phone out and I soon receive a “Yes?” “I also think about you when I jerk off. “ Kyle drops his phone on the floor, and the whole class looks at him, the teacher included. One of the bad things about Kyle being so popular is I feel like they just won’t let him off. I mean, girls are smiling at him all the time, but there’s nothing he does that goes unnoticed. I’m also jealous, and I can’t believe I’m saying it, but that’s my problem. Kyle mutters a sorry and he bends over and picks it up. The teacher continues with whatever she’s been saying, and the others return to what they’ve been doing. Kyle glances in my direction and I try to suppress a smile while looking out of the window. My phone buzzes shortly afte
“McDavid" My coach shouts at me as I am heading for the locker room after practice."Yea, Coach?""How have you been doing?" "How? You mean the leg?""No, I mean where's your head?"I take my gloves off and ask "Why, what do you mean?""Jared tells me you're working the same way together as before.""What? Did he say that?"My coach crosses his arms and says " Look, I don't know what's happening between you guys, and I see you're still my nest player, but if your Captain's feeling something's off, you get your ass there and figure out, yeah? I don't have time for this. You'll be leading the team soon, I might make the change even earlier. So better go smooth things put with him."He's already heading away, so I only say a"Yes, Coach."I head for the showers, trying not to get over-excited about what he just told me.* * *“Coach said something today."Jeremy stubs his cigarette on the ground."What happened?""That ...well, he said two things."Jeremy throws the cigarette bud in the
EvaI’m listening to music when my mother knocks on the door of my room. My tattoo has healed completely and I can’t believe my mother never even noticed. No, I can believe it. She knocks again and I say “Yes, “ Maybe something’s happened because my mother never knocks. She just opens, comes in, and does what she wants to either leave the laundry or ask me why I haven’t put my shoes back on the shoe rag. “Eva? Are you sleeping? ““No,” I say and take my headphones off. She closes the door behind her and sits at the edge of my bed. All right, something’s happened then.I doubt that Miss Chase has called. Or she might have, but my mother wouldn’t react that way if she had. I just know. Which means something’s wrong. I adjust my pillow higher and lean back straighter. “Mom, what is it? Are you all right? ““Yes, I’m all right. “She takes my hand and I just let her to. It’s something about work. I’m sure she got fired again.“Mom?”“They called from the hospital. ““What hospital
Kyle We are sitting around the table, Mitzie never leaving Jeremy out of sight. He looks hot as hell in my sweatpants, but I'm trying to fix my eyes on the mashed potatoes on my plate, rather than on him. My Dad’s in a very good mood, and after we’ve all exchanged the niceties about how good the food is, Dad turns to Jeremy and says. “Your father is the owner of the oil company here, right?” Jeremy pauses with his fork midair and says. “He is, yes. “ I stiffen because I know how much Jeremy hates talking about his family and I have no idea what my father would ask, but he only says. “I fixed his car once your family came here, I hope everything’s been alright with it since.” “Oh, yes. Yes, “ Jeremy replies, surprised at the turn of the conversation. He most likely expected to be asked something else. Like how much his father makes. Or if they go fishing together. “I think so,” Jer nods, “ I would say yes. I don't know much about cars, to be honest. I don’t even drive. “
Kyle We finish our meal and Dad says he has to check one last thing in the garage. Jeremy tries to help Mom clean the table, but she says that’s my job and Stela steals him into the living room. “He’s nice, “ My mother says once they’re gone, while she is cleaning the plates for the washing machine. “I know. “ “Do you think it's a problem?” “What?” I ask absently as I pass another plate to her. “That he comes from a very different family than ours. “ “I…” I lower my hands and fix my eyes on them. “When did you find out?” “Oh, Kyle, “ I glance back up at her and see her watching me affectionately “I think ever since you started coming home, him being the first thing you mentioned.” “Did I do that?” She nods. “What do his parents think?” “I don’t...I don’t know if he’s told them. “ “Of course, if what I think it’s true, they don’t even have time to have dinner together. “ “Yeah, I think so.” “Everything comes with a price, as they say, “My mom frowns, “And he’s such
He nods and I lift a hesitant hand towards him.I follow the outlines of the scars over his forearm.Then the ones closer to his hips. His eyes are never leaving my fingers when he says."Please don't ask me if I've ever wanted to kill myself.""I wasn't going to.""No?""No."I am quiet for a while, goosebumps start rising on his skin where I'm still touching him."Did it ever help?"He pauses before answering and I don't urge him to continue. In the end, he admits."Sometimes. Not always.""Maybe no matter what we do, we can't always kill that part we are trying to fight, right ."He looks up and out meet."You don't think something's wrong with me, do you?""Oh, Jer."My hands cup his face and I rest my forehead against his shoulder."Never.""Are you sure?"I laugh ner