CHAPTER TWO: THE LEGEND'S DILEMMA

CHAPTER TWO: THE LEGEND'S DILEMMA 

MARCUS' POV

I was in the kitchen making dinner when Dylan breezed in saying nothing. He just walked past me like I didn't exist. I broke the silence first.

"And hello to you too, son. How was your day? Did classes go well?" I said, flipping the steak in the pan. He still didn't say anything. 

The steak in the pan hissed, having been abandoned for too long. I dished up my dinner, leaving his portion in the pan for whenever he felt like eating.

"Ungrateful shit," I stabbed a piece of the meat and chewed. The fact that my son couldn't see that all of this was for him? This legacy, my sweat. I could be retired. I had enough money to buy a yacht, hire workers, and tour the world.

Instead, here I was building something I didn't have for him. He didn't see it that way though, as he had let me know numerous times. I even made him fucking captain of the team, but that just pissed him off more.

I sighed. Tomorrow was a heavy practice day. I couldn't focus on Dylan as much as I wanted to. I had Seraphina, the brightest girl I had ever seen, to look after. I already knew she would be the only chance Blackwood University had at winning the League of Legends National championship coming up. We had barely a month to practice, but I could tell she was already ready for it.

After Dylan's mom left us, my son acted out even more. Sometimes, I wished she had taken him. "Oh, no Marcus," she had said, flashing her big diamond ring in my face, "we wouldn't want him to change locations so quickly. I'm going to Spain right now. It's best if he stays with you."

I agreed and took my son in. It wasn't my fault I was committed and dedicated to this, gaming was what made me who I was. Winning the league was my childhood dream. Since I didn't win it, I could coach someone well enough that they did.

Even if it wasn't my son.

Luckily for me, Dylan was interested in it too. Not as dedicated as I wished he was, just enough to be in the ranks.

Morning came quicker than I expected. I walked to our game house, expecting to see all my players there bright and early.

Dylan was already there, along with Louise and Mika. A few other people stood in the corners of the room, coffee cups in their hands, whining about the cold. If I had to be up early, they had to be up early too. Damn the cold.

"Hi, guys," I greeted them. I scanned the room quickly, taking note of everyone's faces. "Let's get to business then," dragging out the schedule of players I had already mapped out.

"Seraphina?" I called. No response came back. "Sera?" I said again for good measure.

Sera was a good student, she never skipped any of her obligations. "Where is Seraphina?"

Louise shruggef. "I tried calling her all night. It went to voicemail."

That was strange.

I turned to Dylan. "Dylan," I said calmly. "Do you know where your girlfriend is?" I asked him.

Dylan chewed his lips, his brown eyes staring above my head. "Nah, I don't."

I sighed. "In my office, Dylan."

It had always been so easy to catch my son in a lie. I walked inside my small office, certain he would respect me enough in front of the team to follow me here.

He came in behind me, shutting the door. His lips bent in a hard frown, like he's irritated. I called him inside here.

I sat down, facing him.

"Dylan," I began.

"Pops, I already said I didn't know where she was. I'm not her caregiver," he yelled at me.

"First of all," I said, my voice hard. "I am your coach. You speak to me with respect."

Dylan hung his head, anger brewing beneath his surface. "Sorry, Coach. I still don't know where she is."

I leaned back.

"Well, you're so defensive, I'm sure you have a good idea why she isn't here. Do you mind sharing with me?"

Dylan glared at me. "No."

"I'm not giving you a fucking choice," I slammed the table. "Either you tell me, or I'm kicking you off the team. I'm certain you did something to her."

"Fine. She caught me sleeping with Mika," he said, squaring his shoulders at me.

What a disappointment.

"You slept with her best friend?" I asked him.

"Well, you always keep her busy," he pointed out. "I had to let out steam somehow."

This boy.

"Get out, Dylan," I said. His eyes widened in surprise.

"You better hope I can fix this. If not, you wouldn't like the consequences," I said.

Dylan scoffed. "Fuck you, old man." He opened the door to the office, slamming it behind him.

Dylan had to be dealt with later. Now?

I had to find my star player.