Frustration Boils Over
Mick had already been awake for fifteen minutes by the time his alarm came to life at ten o'clock on Monday morning. He reached over and silenced it then rolled onto his back again. Mick was in no hurry to go anywhere fast as there was no class scheduled due to the MLK holiday. It had been a hectic two weeks so far with school and work. The Dugout was bustling the entire weekend due to the football conference championships and Mick had picked up a couple of extra hours. Today basically marked the halfway point of the winter semester and he was grateful for the break.
Kimberly and the previous Thursday evening crept into his mind. Mick laid there wondering what her deal was. He did not believe she was intentionally trying to be a tease, but still...
Mick's thoughts drifted to his encounter with Athena down in the basement of The Dugout on New Year's. He realized that the last time he had been laid was a month prior during his congress with Gabrielle... and Sean. Suddenly, passing on the opportunity to fuck Athena seemed rather foolish and the more he thought about Kimberly and Athena, the more frustrated and agitated he became.
Once more, Mick alarm buzzed which only annoyed him further. He nearly knocked his phone off the nightstand in the course of silencing the dissonance. Knowing he did not even have the patience currently to rub one out, Mick kicked off his covers wildly and got out of bed.
After a trip to his personal lavatory, Mick grabbed a nutrition bar and energy drink before sitting down at his computer to go through his email and social media accounts. Twenty minutes later he was headed out the door to the fitness center to get a workout in and with the weather continuing to be rather chilly, he opted to put some time in on the stationary bike instead of going for a run.
When Mick returned back to his room, he grabbed his nearly full laundry bag and got two loads of wash started before heading to shower. These days it was a solitary ritual as Mick had been destitute of any company for several weeks and he felt a bit lonely at times.
After showering, Mick transferred his clothes to the dryer and went back to his dorm room to study while waiting for his laundry to finish. Once done, he folded his clothes and changed out the linens on his bed. With his chores now completed, Mick readied himself to head out and get his hair cut, find a late lunch/early dinner, and grab some items at the grocery store for his private quarters.
Just as he was reaching for his keys someone knocked on his door and when he opened it, Mick found Kimberly standing on the other side. "Hey," he said, surprised to see her or anyone else for that fact, but she would not be his last surprise visitor that day.
"Hi," she answered before asking, "What are you up to?"
"I was about to run out to get some stuff done," he informed her and then inquired, "What's up?"
"Nothing really," she replied, adding, "Text me later when you're free."
"You're welcome to ride along if you want," Mick offered.
"I actually just got back from my parent's house, I was home all weekend," she explained. "We can talk later," Kimberly told him.
Mick winced a little on the inside as it was now obvious that something was on Kimberly's mind and that most likely meant some sort of accompanying drama. Kindly he asked, "Do you want to come in?" Kimberly shook her head up and down so Mick motioned to her inviting his friend in.
Once inside Kimberly asked him, "Is there any way I could impose upon you and request one of your specialty cocktails?"
"My one day off and you want me to bartend?" joked Mick, but by the expression on her face he could tell something was definitely on her mind. He threw two rum and cokes together and had Kimberly join him on the love seat.
Kimberly took a large swig from the red Solo cup Mick had handed her and said while avoiding eye contact with Mick, "You're either going to laugh at me or hate me."
"What's going on?" he asked pointedly.
"About the other night...," Kimberly said with her voice trailing off.
"You don't owe me an explanation," Mick assured her but the truth was that he was very interested in hearing whatever she seemed intent on divulging.
"I'm a virgin," confessed Kimberly.
It was the one possibility that Mick had not considered and he sat there dumbfounded by her admission. "Well that explains it," he thought, but before he could find his voice Kimberly continued.
"My father's side of the family is English and my mother's is Irish, so it's a good thing they're both Catholic," she informed him. "Strict Catholic," offered Kimberly emphatically. "I made a promise to my faith and my parents to remain abstinent until marriage," she told him, "and I have every intent of honoring that pledge."
"I see," replied Mick, "I appreciate you telling me, I imagine it wasn't easy."
Kimberly smiled at him, obviously somewhat relieved.
"After the way I ran out the other night, I didn't want you to think that I was playing games," she told Mick, "or was some sort of psycho." He himself smiled and admitted to her, "I wasn't sure what to think about it honestly."
"All I could think about this weekend was, were mad at me and, what you would think when I told you?" Kimberly revealed.
