In Love With My Spiritual Father
The other guys stopped what they were doing to stare, asking what was wrong with him today, but Dennis just scowled, turned his back, and angrily walked away to sit alone on the wooden bleachers in the corner.
One of his closest friends, Patrick, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel and followed him over. “Guy, what’s going on?” Patrick asked, eyeing him closely. “What’s the problem?” Dennis kept his eyes glued to his phone screen, saying nothing. Patrick let out a short breath. “Is it that girl again? Pat?” At the mention of my name, Dennis finally looked up, a reluctant, helpless smile breaking through his frustration. “Yeah,” Dennis muttered, staring back down at his phone.