Part 1
{ 2021 }
Nine days have passed since Dorian’s breakup with Jessica. Nine days and whatever he was feeling was only getting worse. Breakups are not fun, especially when you’re not expecting them, when you were ready to take another step and propose. That really leaves you feeling a certain kind of way. It’s not a nice feeling, Dorian could tell you that. When you look at it on the bright side, he had more time to focus on himself and soccer so that’s good? No, he was not doing that. He skipped every practice he had after that day, sometimes simply not picking up anyone’s call and as of recently, he pretended he was sick so no one would bother him. He just didn’t feel like doing anything and that’s okay. Everyone needs a little time away from everyone and everything they love… too bad that had to come to an end and he had to focus on his job. At first there was this unbearable sadness but now… Now he was angry with everyone around him. With everything someone would do. That took a toll on his performance.
Today was his first day back on the field, training again after a long time (nine days is a long time for someone like Dorian) and he has never been more annoyed with his coach and teammates, never been clumsier. Sprinting across the field, Dorian didn’t care that he was so behind until he heard coach Hossler’s voice for the hundredth time telling him not to slack off. [color="lightsteelblue”]”Oh, FCK OFF,”[/color] that’s when Dori noticed everyone in front of him stopped and looked back at him, entertained look on their faces, some “ooooh”s. [color="steelblue”]”What did you say?”[/color] Taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes for a second, Dorian stopped running, repeating something he knew he shouldn’t. ”I told you to fck off,” he raised his voice again that time, turning towards his coach who was on the very end of the field, looking at him with crossed arms. And that was the part when he really scr3wed up. Or….
[color="steelblue”]”Come here. Right now,”[/color] see? I told you. [color="steelblue”]”What did you say?”[/color] Making his way to his coach as slowly as possible, Dorian was already prepared to go pack his things and leave. Not play the next game as some kind of punishment. It was too late to take it back so he repeated his words for the second time, now standing face to face with the man. [color="lightsteelblue”]”I said, Fck off,”[/color] there was an eerie calmness in Dorian’s voice, his arms behind his back, just staring at Hossler. [color="steelblue”]”Go, run,”[/color] or was the calmness in Hossler’s voice scarier? [color="lightsteelblue”]”What?”[/color] ”You’re here to train so go, I don’t want to see you behind everyone,” Uhmmm, what? Well, you reader know what. While Dorian is here confused, his coach could guess why he was acting such a way. He was responsible for it after all so he couldn’t let himself lose such a good player when he did something he knew would only help him. He sacrificed Dorian’s relationship for his own good and it meant he had to deal with his, now angry and rude player no matter what.
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With his hair dripping, Dorian was sitting on a bench in the locker room in his shorts, scrolling through his phone when he heard some whispers. Don’t do that. Don’t be a jerk. Maybe they didn’t- Yeah, they did. Brian, stop- [color="dodgerblue”]”DeLoughrey… nice to have you back,”[/color] one of his mates, Brian, approached him with a cheesy smile, a short towel wrapped around his waist. But he only got ignored. Not like he cared… there was really one thing he wanted to ask. [color="dodgerblue”]”So… We heard some rumors… Jessica is free now? Does that mean I-”[/color] That poor boy didn’t even get to finish what he started before Dorian stood up and slammed him against the locker, grabbing him by the throat. He’s not that violent usually but what else was he supposed to do? That guy had no clothes on that Dori could grab. At that same moment everyone stopped what they were doing and shifted their attention to the two. Dorian could notice one of them walking up to him, but lifting his hand up he stopped him, looking Brian straight in the eyes with a serious yet p!ssed expression. ”Don’t even think about it.”
[color="steelblue”]”DeLoughrey. With me. Now,”[/color] wasn’t it great that their coach had such a perfect timing? [color="dodgerblue”]”Chill-”[/color] Brian tried to say, breathing heavily once Dorian stepped away from him, but he was cut off. [color="lightsteelblue”]”Go to hell,”[/color] last words Dori said before picking up his t-shirt and following his coach. With what happened earlier, this shouldn’t be a problem, right? He just physically attacked someone, not a big deal… Though he was still confused with how his coach just ignored his insults while they were out. It was… strange, but not something he thought much about. He must really like him… we’ll go with that. [color="steelblue”]”Can you now tell me what’s wrong with you and why you haven’t been coming to our practices?”[/color] Staying silent, Dorian subtly rolled his eyes, taking a seat across from him. His hands in his pockets now, Dorian looked everyone but at the coach. This was the last place he wanted to be at, the last thing he wanted to talk about. Would he tell him the real reason why he wasn’t coming? Fck no. Will he lie? No, he’ll simply stay quiet and hope Hossler would get annoyed and tell him to go home. [color="steelblue”]”Is everything okay?”[/color] Dorian could feel his eyes on him but he kept ignoring him, now staring at the clock on the wall, focusing on it ticking. [color="steelblue”]”Dorian-”[/color] [color="lightsteelblue”]”For fcks sake,”[/color] mumbling to himself, Dori somehow brought himself to look at the man, not hiding how bored and frustrated he was. [color="lightsteelblue”]”I’m fine, can I please go now? Or are we going to talk about how I was more than happy to strangle Brian? I think that’s a better topic, what do you think?”[/color] [color="steelblue”]”Slow down, I’m here to help you-”[/color] [color="lightsteelblue”]”With what exactly?”[/color] A mocking chuckle escaped Dorian’s lips, leaning back in his seat and now crossing his arms across his chest. [color="steelblue”]”Is this about that girl of yours-”[/color] [color="lightsteelblue”]”Don’t-”[/color] [color="steelblue”]”I see…”[/color] Really not a conversation he wants to have, not with him. His expression for a short second softening, Dorian got up from his seat, whispering. ”I have to go.”
Part 2
{ 2039 }
Coming soon…