Chapter 2 - Responsibilities

“Where were you?” Samantha says as soon as I walk through the door. She walks to the entryway to look at me. I put my keys in the key bowl at the door and look at her. She’s in her underwear; I guess she was in the middle of getting dressed.

She looks amazing, Sam is one of those girls that are obsessed with looking good. She spends a lot of time making sure she looks incredible. She goes to the gym, gets all types of treatments to make sure everything stays in place. I appreciate that about her, she’s a beautiful girl.

I look at her up and down my cock getting hard. I have pent up energy left over from last night. I could just relive myself with her. She’s not who all of this loving was for but she’ll have to do.  

“I had to get some air.” I say taking a step closer to her. I get excited at the anticipation of getting naked with her.

“But I waited all night.” She says whining. I feel my body get colder, I hate it when she uses that voice on me. That small voice crying sound gets on my nerves. I walk around her and head to my bedroom. I don’t have the energy to do this with her right now. My body hurts from sleeping from Mel’s sofa. I need a hot shower to get rid of the kinks and knots. I don’t even want to talk about the headache I have from my hangover. I don’t why I went so hard last night and to add to that I’m on the middle of the championship season. I let my personal life interfere with my game, that’s unacceptable.  

“Why are you ignoring me? I hate that you do this. You did the same thing last night. You left me standing here while I was trying to share my feelings with you. You ignored me.” She says following me into the bedroom.

“I don’t want to do this right now.” I say getting out of my dirty clothes. I will never drink again in my life. The aftermath is not worth the pain. My head is throbbing and this conversation is not helping at all.

“If not now, when?” She asks when I get into the adjoining bathroom. She follows me in here too.

“We’ll talk when I get back from practice.” I say turning on the shower. She looks at me frowning. I get out of my underwear and step into the shower.

“Am I supposed to just wait for you, like I did last night?” She asks whining again.

“Samantha, please.” I say annoyed.  I listen to hear if she says something but there’s nothing. Just silence, did she leave? I don’t have time for this.

I sigh and look up at the water and let it wash over me. The water is scotching hot but I wish it was hotter. My muscles are aching, my head is throbbing. I told Mel not to make me sleep on that damned sofa but she didn’t want to listen now I have to go to rugby practice with sore muscles.

 I step out of the shower a few minutes later feeling slightly better. My phones pings, I dry myself off first and head back to the bedroom. I look at the text.

I’m not feeling good at, how am I going to stand up straight throw out practice. I wish I could call in sick but I won’t. A hangover doesn’t qualify as being sick.

Coach:

Practice has been moved to 7 pm. Don’t be late.

I smile and thank the heavens for this small mercy. I needed this; I don’t think I would have been able to survive today’s practice.  I can take a nap for a bit and then go to the gym later. My first class today is not until 1 pm. I don’t need to rush; a nap is going to do me good.

I down the bottle of water I keep on my side table; this should start me off on my restoration process. No more alcohol for me.

I put on lotion to make sure my skin doesn’t dry out and get into bed naked. I relax into the bed letting my muscles rest.  I’m going to be a new man when I wake up from this nap.

I wake up a 45 minutes later feeling a whole lot better. I get out of bed getting dressed to go to the gym; I have a lot to do before my first class. Thankfully my building has a gym so I don’t need to go all the way to campus to get a workout in.

When I get to the Gym I put my headphones and switch off from the world. I get in the zone letting my mind connect to every movement. Working out may be hard but it helps me focus and on days like this it helps me heal.

 When I’m done with the workout I head back to my apartment. My phone pings announcing the arrival of the 100^th text today.  

Samantha:

I know you’re under a lot of stress with school and soccer. I should have been less understanding and less demanding. I just get frustrated when you shut down.

 I’m sorry. I promise to be more patient with you.

I love you

X

I read the text and sigh. I knew if I gave her a few hours to think herself over she would come around.

Knox:

Cool

I text her back relieved she came around , I really don’t want to be having deep and heart to heart conversations with her. I hate talking; I’m only interested in having a good time with her. If she can’t give me that I’ll find someone else who will. I have enough shit to stress about.

I look at the clock, it’s almost 11 am I have an hour and a half before I have to leave for my class. I make a breakfast bowl and a protein shake for a very late breakfast.

I sit at my desk and go through my study notes as I eat. I like to be prepared for my classes; as a matter of fact I love to be prepared for everything. I love order and I love to plan everything. I thrive in an environment where there is order.

I approach my studies with order and focus, and so far I have been able to keep my studies on the right path. I have a full academic scholarship and I’m on the dean’s list. Rugby is the second most important thing on my list, I apply the same strategy I use in my academics to rugby, I am the captain of the university team and we’re the reigning champions of the Varsity cup.

There is only one aspect of my life I let go wild and that is my love life. I like to have freedom when it comes to who I fuck. I want to distress when I’m with a woman, I don’t want to be with someone that will restrict me and be demanding. I use up all of my energy on the rugby field, all I have left when I meet a woman is a good time.

 Samantha was that for me for a very long time. She understood what I needed and she was always ready and willing.

She and I met when we were kids. Our parents decided they wanted us to get married when we were older. They want to build an “empire,” two rich families creating a bond of money and blood. I knew from a very young age that, that is my reality.

 I dated other girls knowing it would never go anywhere beyond sex and I was okay with that. My father raised me to understand my responsibilities. But the older we got Samantha got restless; she didn’t want me to date other people. So decided we should date, I agreed to it because it was exciting and she’s gorgeous.

It worked for a while; I was concentrating on school while she was the supportive girlfriend. She understood my needs and never interfered but lately she’s become different.

 She wants more she says. What’s up with this wanting more?

 I give everything.  I give her my time, my love and I spoil her. What more can I give her?

She knows I’m committed to her because our parents made it that way. I don’t understand why she’s being so demanding. We have our whole lives to live together and nag one another; right now I need my peace.

At 12:45 I pack my bag and head out. I don’t want to be late for class.