Knights of Legacy: Chapter 2
...Roy...Sorry...I won't fail again... There are to sides to every story, this is no different. My name is Wes, and my best friend, Roy, I am sure, has already filled you in on his story of the football game, so I'll fill in the blanks, plus I don't want to re- live it. After I missed that pass I lost all hope, I guess. I didn't have the balls to face Roy, so I didn't. Failure washed over me like a plague. I swore never to fail him. I plan to keep that promise, forever. I walked into the shower, turned the cold up full blast, and sat down. Why me? Why me? Our football game had just ended and I was washing off the dirt, along with the guilt. Only one came went away. Roy...I am sorry...it's my fault... Roy's dad is our coach, and he wanted him to be quarterback, but Roy likes the easy things and wants to omit the fact his dad is coach, so he gave the job to me. I don't know how long I was in there beating myself up, but my whole body was numb, even my favorite area. I stepped out the shower and looked into the mirror. Why... I stared at my blues with shots of orange, which were bloody sexy, usually, but not now. My blonde hair was drenched. I grabbed a towel and walk straight out, ramming into my mom. "Mom!" What are you doing outside bathroom? And so close?" I wanted to know why she was so close. "I have the right to be; besides you shouldn't talk to yourself so loud and Roy called. It's not you fault you lost the game, it's nobody's fault," she was trying to comfort me. "YOU WERE SPYING ON ME! And calling me a 'nobody'," I cried, she wasn't helping. "I know what you're going-" "No you don't know what I'm going through!" I snapped, "No one does."
I stormed down the stairs and out the door, slamming it behind me. Across the street, there were some girls about my age checking me out, this one girl with blonde hair and light freckles especially, so I thought best to give them a show. I flexed my arms, my lips, and my chest. My chest?! Hold up, rewind. I remembered I just got out the shower. I looked down and saw I must have lost my towel when I bummed into my mom. I looked down and saw my "love below" doing it's work! I ran back into the house, my face burning red. God I hate puberty. I pull on some clothes before I went back outsides to apologize. Instead there was a boy with brown hair and brown eyes sitting in my driveway. "Hello?" I asked. "Wes! Just the guy I wanted to see," he talked as though we were best friends. "Do I know you?" I asked. "No, but I know you. I know you very well," he continued. "Our friend, Roy, seems to have taken an interest in you, and likes to express it." This guy was creeping me out now. "I think you should leave," I suggested. "Oh, I will but I think you have the right to know," he spoke. I leaned forward expectantly, he noticed. "Roy always says how great you are, and wonders what you would do in certain situations," he went on. "He thinks you are his idol. He won't shut up about you; it's as like he's obsessed!" I felt my face heat up. "You should tell him what's going on between you two; actually I want to know myself. He tries so hard to be close to you..." he looked at me for awhile before saying, "He needs to get his own life." Before I could say another word the boy had already started down the street. I looked down at my watch. 5:45 already! The pizza party started at 6, and I didn't want to be late. Once I got in the van, I realized, "My team hates me! Why am I going?!" "You're going because it's your responsibility to go," my mom replied. "I know you think it's your fault the team lost...well it sort of is, but that is no excuse for you to be beating your self up. In fact, it's just more reason for you to go." My mom was beginning to annoy me. I didn't talk to her the rest of the way to the Pizza Hut. The second we pulled into the parking lot, I felt my stomach turn. The wide receiver for my team, Lance was walking out the door. His gaze caught mine; usually, he was an easy going guy, but this time he seemed mad. "See! They do hate me!" I announced. A moment later, Lance stepped back inside. I jumped out the car and began to walk to the door. Lance walked out again, gave my one final stare, turned and walked away. That was the just the start of it. That little stare reminded me of the boy, of Roy. The second I stepped trough the door I was somewhat relieved. It seemed Lance was the only one upset, everyone else was having fun. My teammates were eating pizza, playing games, or all of the above. Then I saw him. He was calling my name, and wasn't hard to miss. Roy was walking towards me. His grey eyes were filled with joy, yet doubt. He seemed to walk like he had the right to approach me like wew were brothers, he should know whose life he's living. I tried to call you," he greeted He acted as if everything was great, it wasn't. "I know," I answered. He seemed puzzeled by my response. He was really acting just like the boy said. "What's wrong? Did u fall in the toliet again?" he joked, I wasn't laughing. "Why are you so concerned about me? Don't you have your own life so you can stop living in mine! Stop worshiping me! Live your own damn life!" I snapped. Inside, I winced, that didn't come out right. On the outside, I glared, with no regret to what I said. "You don't mean that," Roy said. "Do I?" I replied, still glaring. I pushed passed him and walked straight out the backdoor. Once outside, I saw out of the corner of my eyes, I think I saw the boy with brown hair and eyes. He was looking pretty smug, but my attenion wasn't really focused on him. I was focused on the sky, there was a star shower. Usually, seeing something so beautiful made feel better, but this time I still felt awful. The last thing I heard was Roy's voice, what he said I couldn't make out. I was to transfixed by the shower. Then I saw where the shower was coming from, in the night sky there was a enmoris ring of light. One of the stars was heading straight towards me. There was nothing to do but to except my fate.
...Roy...Sorry...I won't fail again... There are to sides to every story, this is no different. My name is Wes, and my best friend, Roy, I am sure, has already filled you in on his story of the football game, so I'll fill in the blanks, plus I don't want to re- live it. After I missed that pass I lost all hope, I guess. I didn't have the balls to face Roy, so I didn't. Failure washed over me like a plague. I swore never to fail him. I plan to keep that promise, forever. I walked into the shower, turned the cold up full blast, and sat down. Why me? Why me? Our football game had just ended and I was washing off the dirt, along with the guilt. Only one came went away. Roy...I am sorry...it's my fault... Roy's dad is our coach, and he wanted him to be quarterback, but Roy likes the easy things and wants to omit the fact his dad is coach, so he gave the job to me. I don't know how long I was in there beating myself up, but my whole body was numb, even my favorite area. I stepped out the shower and looked into the mirror. Why... I stared at my blues with shots of orange, which were bloody sexy, usually, but not now. My blonde hair was drenched. I grabbed a towel and walk straight out, ramming into my mom. "Mom!" What are you doing outside bathroom? And so close?" I wanted to know why she was so close. "I have the right to be; besides you shouldn't talk to yourself so loud and Roy called. It's not you fault you lost the game, it's nobody's fault," she was trying to comfort me. "YOU WERE SPYING ON ME! And calling me a 'nobody'," I cried, she wasn't helping. "I know what you're going-" "No you don't know what I'm going through!" I snapped, "No one does."
I stormed down the stairs and out the door, slamming it behind me. Across the street, there were some girls about my age checking me out, this one girl with blonde hair and light freckles especially, so I thought best to give them a show. I flexed my arms, my lips, and my chest. My chest?! Hold up, rewind. I remembered I just got out the shower. I looked down and saw I must have lost my towel when I bummed into my mom. I looked down and saw my "love below" doing it's work! I ran back into the house, my face burning red. God I hate puberty. I pull on some clothes before I went back outsides to apologize. Instead there was a boy with brown hair and brown eyes sitting in my driveway. "Hello?" I asked. "Wes! Just the guy I wanted to see," he talked as though we were best friends. "Do I know you?" I asked. "No, but I know you. I know you very well," he continued. "Our friend, Roy, seems to have taken an interest in you, and likes to express it." This guy was creeping me out now. "I think you should leave," I suggested. "Oh, I will but I think you have the right to know," he spoke. I leaned forward expectantly, he noticed. "Roy always says how great you are, and wonders what you would do in certain situations," he went on. "He thinks you are his idol. He won't shut up about you; it's as like he's obsessed!" I felt my face heat up. "You should tell him what's going on between you two; actually I want to know myself. He tries so hard to be close to you..." he looked at me for awhile before saying, "He needs to get his own life." Before I could say another word the boy had already started down the street. I looked down at my watch. 5:45 already! The pizza party started at 6, and I didn't want to be late. Once I got in the van, I realized, "My team hates me! Why am I going?!" "You're going because it's your responsibility to go," my mom replied. "I know you think it's your fault the team lost...well it sort of is, but that is no excuse for you to be beating your self up. In fact, it's just more reason for you to go." My mom was beginning to annoy me. I didn't talk to her the rest of the way to the Pizza Hut. The second we pulled into the parking lot, I felt my stomach turn. The wide receiver for my team, Lance was walking out the door. His gaze caught mine; usually, he was an easy going guy, but this time he seemed mad. "See! They do hate me!" I announced. A moment later, Lance stepped back inside. I jumped out the car and began to walk to the door. Lance walked out again, gave my one final stare, turned and walked away. That was the just the start of it. That little stare reminded me of the boy, of Roy. The second I stepped trough the door I was somewhat relieved. It seemed Lance was the only one upset, everyone else was having fun. My teammates were eating pizza, playing games, or all of the above. Then I saw him. He was calling my name, and wasn't hard to miss. Roy was walking towards me. His grey eyes were filled with joy, yet doubt. He seemed to walk like he had the right to approach me like wew were brothers, he should know whose life he's living. I tried to call you," he greeted He acted as if everything was great, it wasn't. "I know," I answered. He seemed puzzeled by my response. He was really acting just like the boy said. "What's wrong? Did u fall in the toliet again?" he joked, I wasn't laughing. "Why are you so concerned about me? Don't you have your own life so you can stop living in mine! Stop worshiping me! Live your own damn life!" I snapped. Inside, I winced, that didn't come out right. On the outside, I glared, with no regret to what I said. "You don't mean that," Roy said. "Do I?" I replied, still glaring. I pushed passed him and walked straight out the backdoor. Once outside, I saw out of the corner of my eyes, I think I saw the boy with brown hair and eyes. He was looking pretty smug, but my attenion wasn't really focused on him. I was focused on the sky, there was a star shower. Usually, seeing something so beautiful made feel better, but this time I still felt awful. The last thing I heard was Roy's voice, what he said I couldn't make out. I was to transfixed by the shower. Then I saw where the shower was coming from, in the night sky there was a enmoris ring of light. One of the stars was heading straight towards me. There was nothing to do but to except my fate.