Lucky bastard.
I could have been there.
I was blackballed.
Everyone knows I’m one of the best forwards in the league. But no one wants to give me a chance. They all want their horse to get ahead in the race. I’m no one’s horse.
I’m a lone wolf.
Just how I like it.
No one wants to be around me anyway.
And that’s fine with me. Just let me play soccer and score goals and leave me alone.
Chapter 6: Brandon
“I’m not sure I’m theright person to help you.”
I stare at Watson Ross. I literally just told him that I felt like everyone in my life deserts me, and then he says this. “You’re joking, right? You’re shitting me. Is this therapy humor or something? Are you gonna tell this to your shrink friends later on when you’re at the bar?”
“Brandon, you didn’t let me finish. What I was trying to say before you interrupted me was that while I’m not sure I’m the right person to help you, I’d like to give it a try. I might have to consult with colleagues if this goes in directions that are outside my wheelhouse.”
I fold my arms over my chest. I’m not so sure about this guy. Coach swears he’s a miracle worker, and I’ve seen my teammates get better after talking to him.
“I’m only here because they put me on probation. You know that, right? All I need you to do is help me not lose my shit on the pitch anymore so I stop getting carded.”
“Was attending therapy part of your probation?” Ross asks, pushing his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose. He seriously looks like they called central casting and asked for a “nerdy white guy.” I bet he got shoved in a locker or two growing up.
Hell, if I’d gone to school with him, I’d probably have been the one to put him there. And I wonder why I don’t have friends.
It’s fine. I don’t need friends. I don’t need anyone.
“No, I thought it might help, though I’m not sure what the problem is really. I have a temper. So what? So do most people. I don’t take bullshit from anyone, and I call them out. Most people can’t handle that, and they think I’m the problem. It’s easier than looking at themselves. And they don’t want to be around my kind of honesty, so they leave.”
They leave me.
