Chapter One
"Fuckin hell!" I screamed as I looked in my locker for my deodorant.
I was sure that I had brought some in my bag but much to my chagrin, I had forgotten it.
The wrong time to do so too considering I had a date with a hot girl, Irene, from London. I met her after one of our matches last week. As I was going under the tunnel, she yelled out my name asking for an autograph and a kiss. When I went up there to fulfill her request, she smelled and looked good. Once I finished scribbling and locking lips with her, I asked for a date; of course, she accepted.
"Roger! Ay mate! The team is going to a party at the old pub, ya joinin' us?" Nathaniel Terry, my good friend and teammate, said coming out the shower clad in only a small towel.
We had just beaten our rival Old Trafford 3-2 in a match that literally turned out to be a dogfight.
Nathaniel and I play for Manchester United soccer team in England. We have known each other since attending Salsberry Middle over ten years ago, were drafted to play for Manchester in the same year 2005, as well as band mates in a eighties cover band back in the day.
You could say we were close friends, tight.
I continued searching for something to smell good as Nathaniel walked over smacking me with the towel he had just took off.
"Madden, you heard me? Ar you goin' to the pub?" Nathaniel shook his wet hair out, pelting me with the drops.
"Nah, I got a date tonight. I told you I was takin' that chick Irene out for dinner." Once I found my cologne bottle, I sprayed it on hoping that it would suffice.
"Ah yeah! I don't believe you told me if she had a friend er not though," he said while opening his locker.
"I didn't. Besides, you don't have a problem getting dates Nathaniel. You are the team heartthrob."
Amused, he laughed while slipping into his pants. "Yeah, well, so true. However, I always noticed you knew how to pick the lookers Roger. Your former girlfriends, quite lovely."
Approvingly, I nodded; he was right, I've had my share of nice ones. "Yeah, so have you though Nathaniel."
Once I finished my sentence, he shook his head while putting Ban on his armpit. "Hey Nathaniel, can I use some of that? Fuckin' forgot mine at home."
"Sure mate. Why don't you keep it? I've got another stick at the flat." He handed it to me before grabbing his Obsession.
"Thanks chum, appreciated." I put some on quickly after noticing I was supposed to pick up my date at eight.
"Like I said, if she's got friends, sisters, whatever, let me know." Nathaniel was buttoning his shirt while slipping into his shoes.
Confused, I continued to look at my best friend. I could not understand why he wanted me to ask Irene about a partner for him when Nathaniel could get a girl without saying a word. For as long as I could remember, Nathaniel was always a ladies' man.
His rock star long brown hair and chiseled features turned heads everywhere he went. Not to mention, he was the most popular member of the team, receiving fan mail that could rival David Beckham.
The body on Nathaniel was tight as well. Although not overly muscular, he was built in all the right places; slender and long just like a well-trained thoroughbred.
As I watched him finish getting dressed, I stared at the man I had known and loved like a brother seemingly forever. He was so gorgeous, sexy. The man carried himself well; he was kind and intelligent.
I took pleasure in just looking at him, even though I considered myself straight. Of course, if the opportunity to spend a night with him presented itself, I'm sure I would do more than just give it a thought. However, anything more than that would probably be out of the question.
"Roger, earth to Roger. Listen mate, if you and Irene want to stop by the party after your date, please do. We should be there till the wee hours of the mornin'." He grabbed his comb to tame the strands whilst gazing into his mirror.
"Thanks mate, we just might do that." I put on my jeans after sliding my tight fitting t-shirt over my head.
Once I pulled it down, I noticed Nathaniel giving me the eye.
"What, Nathaniel?"
"Ah nothin' really mate, just looking at what your wearin' to see the girl, that's all."
Immediately, I became self-conscious. Nathaniel was also a fashion plate as well. "Is somethin' wrong with what I have on?"
"Erm, well, I just thought you'd dress up a little more considering it is your first date with her is all."
Suddenly, I began second-guessing my choice of wardrobe. "Well do ya' think..."
"Nah chum, if she really likes you, she'll be okay with it." He answered while closing the door.
"Have a good time mate, remember what I said about stopping by afterwards." Slowly he trotted out the room backwards while waving.
At that moment, I wondered if I should go home and change. Nathaniel did have a point about the first date outfit, however, maybe she would understand that I did just come from playing a match.
After only a couple of more minutes, I shook my head and decided not to worry. However, I did think back to the way Nathaniel gawked at me.
The manner was intent, stern. Unless he was just so bothered by the way in which I was dressed.
I closed my locker before gazing at my watch. When I saw it was seven fifteen, I made up my mind that it was time to go. Would not want to keep my new gal waiting.
Chapter Two
Unfortunately, the date did not go so well. Although she was beautiful, we just did not click.
She nearly talked my ear off not to mention seemed to already have it in her head that we would be exclusive when I specifically told her in our conversation that I was not looking for anything long term.
The reason for staying single was simply that I wanted to keep myself open for potential experiences. Namely, with my good friend Nathaniel whom I fancied a little more than I first thought.
Back when we started hanging out, it was purely platonic; I had no designs on him whatsoever. However, nowadays, Nathaniel stayed on my mind more than I cared to admit. That fact actually bothered me but my guess; it was just a phase.
Recently, he had cut ties with his latest woman, Gina, from the States. She was a major fashion designer that wanted Nathaniel to quit football to follow her around the world. Of course, Nathaniel refused and once he informed her that it was not happening anytime soon, their relationship started to deteriorate.
After taking Irene home, I drove to the McFahey's pub in east Birmingham to the site of the party Nathaniel had mentioned.
When I walked in the whole place broke out in cheers and song. Obviously, my teammates were expecting me to come after my evening was done. Not only that, I noticed they were more than a little happy to see me meaning they were most likely plastered.
I took a seat at the bar, ordering a drink. After I placed the money down, Nathaniel came over stumbling with a glass he held tightly in his hand.
"Well allo Roger, how was the date?" Nathaniel said before drinking the contents down.
"Erm not good. She was too aloof for me and she talked way too much." I patted the chair next to me urging him to sit.