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[Lady Odyssey]

"Hey, don't judge my little hearts. Do you have any idea how much time and effort it takes to make them perfect?" he countered with a upward smile, eyes lighting up with amusement. "And I suppose my charm does come into play, huh?" Randall was married to a head sheriff, Sean Randall, and everyone loved the two. Rumors have spread that Sean had cheated on Mrs. Randall a long time ago, but no one can be too sure.


David let out a long breath, blowing dust emerging from the books surrounding him into the air, making them swirl and twirl in the sunlight. He wondered what time it was. Probably not too late--judging by the light, he estimated they had been in the library for about fifteen minutes, more or less. He couldn't be too sure--he still didn't know how long he had been asleep in class. Maybe ten minutes, maybe more or less. He had no idea of knowing, and he had a feeling that she wouldn't say much about it. Not that he really minded, anyway.


"Alright, let me test it out on the next problem then," he answered, and began copying down the second problem. "One down, thirty four more to go. Christ. You know how many problems are on the actual test? I'm always afraid I won't finish the stupid test and will have to stay after school and miss practice." And piss off Coach by missing practice, he silently added.


The signs threw David off at first. The formula, once again, he had in the bag. He used the formula, switched a few signs to negative, and completed the problem in about five minutes. Not bad. Almost the entire paper was filled already. That tended to occur when one is in pre-calculus, but it was fine. He didn't really mind too much, so long as he understood the concept enough to pass the test.


"A small price is a bit of an understatement, don't you think? I wish he could stay home with you more often so you don't have to be alone for so long while I'm gone," he spoke his thoughts guiltily. The truth was, he wished he didn't have to go to practice so often. Back in middle school, before he got serious about sports, the two were practically glued at the hip because they spent so much time with each other. Now, not so much. And the guilt was eating away at him. He silently made a vow to try to spend more time with her.

 

[Lady Odyssey]

David playfully smacked the top of her hand as she pinched his cheek, making him wince as he laughed. In reality, he wasn't a ladies' man at all. He's had one girlfriend, and that had been the end of it after nearly ten months. She had apparently sent a sext to a guy on the team. The day he had found out (during a game), he had broken up with her. Sure, it had hurt. She was a good girl, a team member on the swim team. Or so he thought she was a "good girl". Though, he still isn't sure to this day whether or not it had all been worth it. He had liked the girl, sure, but wasn't deeply in love for her like some were led to believe. He laughed, smiling at her, shaking his head. "Definitely not a ladies' man, but you're the boss."


A wave of relief rippled inside him. Only twenty problems. Should take up the whole class period, but he's almost certain he'd get it done, or most of it. He hoped Randall would give more time on Tuesday instead of making him finish it after school. Normally, since she knew how busy some students are with sports and after school clubs, she gives more time the next day. "Thank God," he said, already feeling lighter about the whole test. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. "Yeah, you're right. God damn, Rose. I swear you're always right," he teased, gently punching her in the shoulder with a small laugh.


Her sad smiles never matched her eyes--it was the only tell he knew of to know she wasn't telling him what she felt about a subject, or what she thought. This made him feel a pang of sadness, too. Sad enough to want to stop going to practice for a few days, and only go three times a week or so. Coach would murder him before that happens, of course. "Rose, I know you're lying." Frowning, he stops mid-problem to look at her. "It's not okay. And it's my fault. I'm the one with a busy schedule, and we both know that."


After a long pause, he formed a plan. "I have a plan," he offered with a slight, lopsided smile. "After practices, I think I can squeeze a few hours with you. I don't sleep much at night, as you know, so I can just use that time to finish any homework I need to get done. That sound good?" It wasn't a perfect plan, sure. He knew he needed to take school seriously, but no way in hell was he letting school get in the way of spending time with his best friend, Rose.


"Though, I'm not sure what I can do about the Game on Saturday. I don't think I can do much for that. But if we lose... well, I guess that solves our issue of not enough time, right?" he managed a weak smile, trying not to think about losing the Game. He didn't want to even begin to comprehend what would happen.

 

[Lady Odyssey]

Laughing at her, he shook his head. For the most part, Rose was usually right on anything besides any topics relating to sports. He held pride in anything he is right in, which doesn't happen to be too many arguments/debates between the two. Not that it mattered, really, it was all for fun and games. For the most part. Occasionally, the two would get in a silly argument that would spin out of control and spiral into something much deeper and serious. Freshman year had been a whole bunch of hormonal emotional days. "Yes ma'am," he said with a grin.


The seriousness quickly took place of the playfulness atmosphere so quickly that he barely had any time to think. Shaking his head, he sighed at her stubbornness. "Rose, for the love of God, why are you so stubborn?" he cracked a small smile as he spoke in attempt to lighten the mood. "Seriously though. I'm the one with a busy schedule, and you can't deny that, can you? I'm not saying that it's my fault, I'm just trying to point out that I have the busy schedule, okay? It's no big deal."


"Why not?" he countered, looking at her, homework long forgotten for the moment. "I'm not changing anything, really. I don't have to miss practice, and I won't have to miss spending time with you. All I'm going to be changing is the time when I do my homework." David paused, considering her offer. It made perfect logical sense, as always. "Dammit, Rose, you're a genius. I think I'll have to take up on that offer. But I won't make any promises. Sometimes Coach--I mean, my dad, is strict on letting me out before dark." More lies.


"Negative Nancy?" He couldn't restrain himself, and laughed. "Yeah, we're pretty good. Kyle has been slacking off, though, and he's one of our best players. Not sure what's wrong with the guy, but if we don't pull our shit together, we're going to get our asses kicked. You know who we're going up against, right? Willowbrook. Those guys are damn good, from what I've seen. Nearly tied with them last year in the semi-finals, remember? So, I'm not too sure about this game. They've gotten better, Rose. Got a new captain, and stepped up their game."

 

[Lady Odyssey]

David proceeded on to the next problem, which happened to be slightly more complicated. Immediately, he knew the homework would slowly grow more difficult with each problem--he knew Randall well enough to assume she would make them start out with the basic problems to help them understand the concept (and formula, if given), and progressively grow more complicated. He never minded too much, of course, unless the problem was impossibly difficult for him to complete, let alone finish in less than ten minutes.


At her words, he burst out laughing. "Butter him up? Jesus Christ. I mean, I know good-looking genes run in the family, but don't you think he's a bit old for you?" he teased, poking her cheek with a sarcastic smile. "And nah, cocaine is for losers. It's obviously all about the weed." Sarcasm, lately, has been David's best friend along side Rose. "Alright, sorry. I needed to get that out of my system. But anyway, I dunno. I don't think its a great idea. He's... uptight, lets just say. And... uh, most of the time... Uhm, never mind. He's busy." Guilt already sank in by the time he finished the sentence. He could never find the strength to tell her that his father was either drunk and passed out on the couch, or getting wasted with his buddies at the bar during the night. Coach was never "busy" during the nights. He just gets wasted too often.


"Ow!" he howled dramatically as she poked him. Mid-sentence, he poked her in the stomach with a smile. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I am pretty amazing, if I do say so myself. But that's not really the problem. I think Kyle gets wasted before games now," he said quietly, frowning. "I tried telling Coach, but he, uh, never believes me. And as for the rest of the team, they do follow my lead, even if they don't like me. Its just sometimes their head isn't in the game, or they have a hard time understanding Coach's plans, and end up screwing up. Hell, last game I screwed up too. I think we're just having an off season, that's all."

 

[Lady Odyssey]

"He is single, surprisingly," he responded, winking. Of course, she knew that he knew he was only kidding. She would never date Mason. Besides, Mason already had his eyes on some other girl named Madison (she prefers to go by Maddie, Mason had told David many times), and she currently was only his friend. David felt bad for Mason; friend-zoned was where he was at the moment, though he had been working up the courage to ask her out soon. Though he didn't have much experience with girls himself having only dated one girl, he tried helping the lad with different ideas on how to ask the girl out, but to no success. Besides, Coach would be pretty pissed, saying Mason is "too young". Mason didn't give a flying shit, apparently. And neither did David. Rules were Rules, but in his own mind, Rules couldn't separate people--love interests or not, friends or not.


"Point taken. That's one damn shame then," he said seriously, sarcasm dripping off his words. Finally not being able to take the conversation, he winced, scrunched his nose and laughed all at the same time. "Jesus Christ. This makes me wanna throw up. Let's not ever talk about this ever again. Deal? I might have nightmare induced dreams because of this conversation. Thanks, Rose."


David's shoulders lifted into a small, light shrug at her advice. What she was saying is true. It's his last year of high school, but no matter what angle he looked at it, he was afraid. More afraid than he's ever been, but not for himself. He couldn't care less what he ended up doing in the real world--he could be homeless and he still wouldn't care. He's afraid for Mason. With his presence, their father hasn't laid a hand on Mason to harm him. Would that change when David is gone? How would Mason live through that, like he had? Trying to put his thoughts at ease, he twisted and tugged on the fabric of his sleeve, tense and suddenly tired.


"Yeah... I know. I'm not exactly excited knowing this is my last year," he looked her in the eye as he fiddled with the sleeve. "Yeah. Kind of hard making a wasted guy get his shit together when he can barely catch the stupid football. But I guess I'll try. If he causes problems, I'm going to have to ask Coach to bench him. Let Luke take his spot, maybe," David paused, rubbing the back of his neck, setting his pencil down, laughing and shaking his head. "It does normally work in the movies," he agreed. "But I'm not so sure it'll work in real life. I guess I can try, right?" Right.

 

[Lady Odyssey]

"I'm going to get you into trouble? You're the one going on about how you can seduce my dad into getting him to let me hang with you. Jesus fucking Christ. Please don't ever speak of this again." David lost at after seeing Rose's cheeks burning a light pink, blushing. Smacking his textbook, he laughed and shook his head at their conversation. On a normal circumstance, their conversations never quite stayed on topic for long. Despite it, he loved it; they were amusing, and a great way to take his mind off of school, the Game, and Coach. That was what she was for David. An escape from his own life to a better place, a place filled with laughter, sarcasm and a whole bunch of smiling.


"Oh, really? Completely innocent? I dunno, Rose. Lately you seem a bit.." David didn't get the chance to finish his sentence before the bell rang. With a small laugh, he unrolled his sleeve, covering a few bruises, and began to pick up his things with a sigh. He'd managed to get through the most torturous class in the library with his best friend. It definitely had gone way better than he had thought. Hell, he even got a few problems done. Okay, well, two problems. But that's besides the point.


Glancing up at Rose, his textbook, notebook and calculator in his arms, he laughed. "I know, I know. It's a bit heavy," he rolled his eyes, stuffing his things in the book bag before taking it off her shoulder. "But you get used to it," he offered with a smile, slinging the strap over one shoulder, and then over his other shoulder.


"Thank you, Rose. You're like my private tutor," he said with a grin, winking. Then he was gone into the sea of students, his goodbye hanging in the air. Next class, coming right up: Chemistry AP.

 

[Lady Odyssey]

David lost sight of her not even a minute after the bell had rung, and soon he found himself surrounded by students and barely could move. Not that he minded, though. Traffic jams in the halls weren't uncommon--it is inevitable really, but he was thankful for the multiple route options to his classes because of the multiple hallways in the high school. Maybe he wouldn't be late after all.


After a quick stop at his locker, he returned into the on going stream of students, heading in different directions and occasionally ramming into each other, followed by a grunt or a yelp. David quietly laughed at the sight of a guy (a particular asshole in his P.E. class) getting knocked to the ground, shouting at the person that had bumped into him. It was pretty funny, and he had heard someone got it on video, too. No doubt it would be posted on social media sites, and people would talk of it, mostly because the guy was an asshole, and who doesn't like seeing assholes get knocked to the ground like a small rag doll?


World Literature went by slowly, as always. The class was a drag, but thankfully it never had too much homework unless a large assignment is given. David wasn't terrible in World Lit, surprisingly; however, he wasn't great in it either just like with the rest of his classes (with the exception of pre-calculus; he'll never be good in that class). Oh well. At least he isn't failing.


"So, David, can you tell me what I've been talking about for the past five minutes?" the teacher's voice cut through the air sharply, followed by silence. The classroom seemed to be looking at him, now. Shit.


"Umm," he glanced at the teacher, shrugging. "Not really, no. Kinda spaced out." The class erupted in laughter and chatter.


"Quiet!" the teacher roared above the noise, standing up from his desk. "Looks like McAllister will need to stay after school to discuss a few things, yes? Alright, don't forget you have a quiz this Friday." The bell rang. David sighed.

 

[Lady Odyssey]

Motion seemed to operate in slow-mode. Crisp lines became blurred. Though noise was drowning around him, he felt detached from the physical world. His mind wandering a labyrinth, feeling as if he could float. David had to convince himself this was real, and not a dream. A part of him wanted this all to be dream, and he'd wake up somewhere different, with a whole, happy family in which a place he could call home. Another half of him didn't want this to be a dream. Leaving Rose would kill him; it would be a death sentence, ultimately.


More than anything, David felt lost although he couldn't explain it. He knew where he was going, but in the back of his mind, nothing made sense to him anymore. Maybe he just didn't get enough rest. Lack of sleep did that sometimes, but he couldn't be too sure. The crowd filled the halls, surrounding him, shoving into him from the left, right and behind. Stumbling slightly, he made his way to the lockers.


6 right, 4 left, 20 left. David shoved a few textbooks in the locker that had been weighing his whole backpack down, and him along with it. Ripped edges held the textbook's contents, ragged scars dancing on the surface of the textbook. Though he had taken good care of all the textbooks, most of them were old, more than just a few years old. Apparently the school is too cheap to get new textbooks, but willing to start a fundraiser to purchase a whole case full of Chrome Books. He couldn't help but to roll his eyes at the thought.


The lunch tables were at full capacity when he arrive. Guess that's what I get for not showing up early enough, he thought to himself. David didn't really care, though. He is sure he'll find a seat somewhere, somehow. Lunch isn't all that great, either. Coach makes sure he packs a "suitable lunch" for the day, and has enough calories and protein.


"Hey, Rose," he offered a smile as he slid into the seat across from her, propping his elbows on the table's surface. "How was Biology?"

 

[Lady Odyssey]

David glanced at his best friend, shrugging lightly. "It was fine," he answered simply, not finding the energy to go into further detail. It was the same deal every day, anyway, so why should it matter? Rose was surprised, and he knew enough to know she was surprised he was sitting with her. On normal circumstances, he would be sitting at the table with the guys--and ignore Nathan's snark replies, too. But today, he wanted nothing more than to be with Rose, his thoughts and nothing more. All he could ask for, really.


Another lunch packed with the same meal. A sandwich, a protein shake, banana, apple and a side dish of potato salad. Over the days, he had grown to get over the tastelessness of the potato salad, and the repetitiveness of the sandwich. He didn't mind, really. Sometimes he'd sneak in a soda, or a chocolate bar. Sometimes he wouldn't, and would sneak one in for Mason instead. Mason would need it more than he did--Coach was already beating down on him with tryouts for the team, though he is a freshman. It was beginning for Mason the way it did for David, and he hated it. He didn't want Mason to go through what he has to go through. It would kill him, and Mason.


"Yeah," he cracked a small, halfhearted smile at her dry tease. "Nutritious and not so delicious after eating the same crap every day." David was sick of it. He wanted out. Away from Coach. Away from his house, from the Basement, from the Rules. But he couldn't leave. Not without Mason. Someday, he reminded himself. Someday the two would be free.


David didn't eat much of his meal. Only half his sandwich, a nibble here and there. Didn't even touch the apple, his favorite part of the meal. He was too wrapped up in his own mind to pay attention to anyone or anything. Just noticing he had been twisting and gripping his sleeve, he bit his tongue harshly as he came back down to the Earth, thoughts shoved into the back of his mind. For now, at least. David couldn't tell if Rose had been talking the whole time or not. "Uh, were you saying something?" he paused, chewing his lower lip. "I'm really sorry. Kinda spaced out. Again. I'll try to not let it happen again. I promise."

 

[Lady Odyssey]

"No, it isn't fine." He still smiled. "I think we both could use a few hours of shut-eye, huh? That sounds like heaven right now, if I do say so myself. If Coach wouldn't kick my ass for skipping, I really would, maybe." Contemplating the idea for a long moment, he quickly shook his head at himself, laughing at the silly idea. "Nah. The more I think about it, the more stupid I think it is. I'll start failing my classes first of all, and Coach would kick my ass again, and then I have to come back after school anyway for practice." Now he's just rambling, talking to himself. Oh well. He needs to get his thoughts out somehow. Rose knew he could be like that, and she knew him well enough to let him ramble.


David pushed his food around. The sandwich bread is soggy from the mustard and mayonnaise. The apple is bruised, probably caused by him dropping his backpack or bumping into people one too many times. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but he had lost his appetite. He told himself he'd eat it later, at home before practice so his father wouldn't notice. He'd give David hell if he knew he was skipping lunch; apparently he needs to be sure to "put some meat on his bones" and be ready for the Game at all times, no matter if he's hungry or not.


Half a shrug, half a smile. "I dunno. Just not hungry," he said. Looking at her, he began packing his lunch away, clearing the table's surface in front of him. "But you might be right. Eating the same shit everyday sucks, but rules are rules, I guess." Rules. They followed him everywhere his old man couldn't, mocking David; he couldn't escape his old man. Everywhere he went, the Rules followed. Where his old man was, the Rules applied. Where his old man wasn't, the Rules still applied. David sighed.

 

[Lady Odyssey]

"Well, aren't you just a lucky duck?" Poking her in the stomach, he offered a smile. In his thoughts, however, he hoped she wouldn't ditch. If she did, he'd be alone as can be and still be surrounded by "friends", and hundreds of other students. People knew of him. David McAllister, son of the Coach, and team captain of the school's football team. Sure, they knew the basic facts, but no one knew him like Rose did. She was closer than a soul-mate; she knew him too well, inside and out. Though, no one knew what happened on at home. That wouldn't change.


"He really is," he agreed, giving a short, curt nod with a laugh. "Can be a real asshole, too. But I guess everyone can say that about people they live with, huh? Though, I have to say, Mason and I don't really fight as much as we did when we were kids. I'm really glad for that; he's one stubborn bastard. That's for sure. Even more stubborn than I am, if that's possible," he winked. In the corner of his eye, he could see Nathan watching both him and Rose. Nathan would give him hell in practice, that's for sure. Well, he can go screw himself for all David cared.


Without having to ask, he knew she was exhausted. It was as if dark circles waited for an opportunity to show up. David smiled softly at her, his cheek resting in the palm of his hand as he propped both arms on top of the cool surface of the table. "I wanna sleep so bad, Rose," he whispered, resting his cheek against the table, arm underneath. "But I can't. I hate it."

 

[Lady Odyssey]

Wiggling his eyebrows with a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, he burst into laughter while he shook his head. "You make it too easy for jokes, Rose. I hope you know that," he winked, playfully nudging her shoulder with his elbow. David had slept over at her place plenty of times. Of course, the two had long since stopped when high school rolled around, but that's besides the point. He couldn't remember the last time he had spent the night at her place, and it saddened him just for a moment.


"I know, Rose, what you meant," he spoke, grinning from ear to ear as she blushed. "Geez. You got a dirty little mind, huh? I should have expected it, though. But that's okay. The first step to recovery is admitting it." David slid his fingers over the table's cold surface, covering a few carvings. Some carvings were nothing more than mindless words or names, probably from previous seniors that have already graduated. He traced a few letters that formed into names, some of which he knew, and others he didn't.


"Sweet," he offered a small smile. His father had Rules for dinner, as well. Meat was a priority for dinner, since it is packed with protein and all kinds of good nutrients. Usually a side dish of (you guessed it) potatoes, sometimes mashed potatoes to switch things up, and gravy. A small bowl of vegetables (carrots, peas, green beans and corn). And a full glass of water. Though, on Fridays, he has to be sure to leave before dinner with some lame excuse like tutoring just to eat out with Rose. His father never found out or suspected a thing.

 

[Lady Odyssey]

"Jesus Christ, if you're going to kill me, just get it over with already, okay?" he responded as she glared, poking the right side of her cheek with a smile. "For the record, I think you look better when you're smiling, and not when you look like you're going to beat me up. Just saying." Of course, what she is saying is true. He brought it up, as usual, but that was besides the point--first of all, he's a guy. Guy's naturally (well, most guys) are perverts, according to a few girls he knows of. Second of all, he was just having fun toying with her. All he had to do is twist her words into something he knew that she knew that weren't meant to mean something dirty. It's too fun.


"Well, sue me for clarifying your point." Holding his hands up in mock surrender, he looked at her with a smug expression dawning his face. "Besides, you were the one to clarify your own sentence to make sure I didn't get the wrong idea, so it's kinda your fault; you should have known I'd make a joke out of that, Rose," he winked, just before she flicked his forehead, leaving a small red, irritated mark on his skin. He laughed, "Wow. So first you bring up a perv subject, and then abuse me? Geez, and here I thought we were best pals."


Pasta sounded delicious. So delicious he could feel his mouth water just at the thought of it. Anything other than steak sounded great to him. He didn't care if it was seafood (he really hated most seafood), or even a greasy meal. A break from the usual routine was all he wished for at this point, and Rose offered that opportunity with everything they did on a daily basis. "I have a taste for anything other than sandwiches, and steak. And potatoes. Please, no more potatoes. If what they say is true about "what you eat is what you become", or whatever, than I'd be a potato with how much I have to eat. It's ridiculous," he rolled his eyes.

 

[Lady Odyssey]

"I might possibly like it. Just a little bit." David loves having playful conversations. They're the best kinds when he has a Game coming up. Not just any Game, though. It's the Game, this time. The Game that would decide the team's fate, along with David's fate with his father/Coach. Just thinking of the Game made anxiety swell in his chest, his smile drop somewhat. Leaning forward, he poked her cheek once more, knowing she could never quite fully hold her poker face before breaking into laughter. He smirked.


"Of course. Little perverted man-children are the best kind, don't you know that already? Jesus. I thought you said you knew everything," he shook his head, face serious; he has mastered his poker face by now, but mostly because he's had to deal with Coach, and the only way to deal with Coach is to not let any emotion appear on his face. It was natural to him now, almost like riding a bike. A few tables in front of theirs, David could hear the guys roar with laughter, and erupted into chatter. He rolled his eyes as he caught a glimpse of what they had been hollering about.


David poked her stomach back, eyebrow raised. "Well. I am pretty apeeling if I do say so myself," he winked. He loved puns, even the bad ones. "Though, it's too bad I'm a couch-potato. I guess the ladies can over-look that with my smashing looks." David laughed. The worse off the puns were, the more he loved them. "Anyways, pasta sounds great." The bell rung. "Pastalavista. Don't get overdressed with homework assignments, alright? Okay, sorry. I'm done with puns for now. Those were really bad."

 

[Lady Odyssey]

Lunch was over, and that meant David would have to be on his own for a few more period before being reunited, once more, with Rose at the end of the day. Though it is only a few more hours, it may as well have been an eternity for him. Time stretched on between each class, but it was all a huge blur to him. He just wanted to go home and be with Rose and Mason. His two homes.


The seventh period bell rang, signalling its end. Just as he began to walk out of the classroom, he felt someone's hand jerk him backwards as it pulled him by the edge of his shirt. Swearing, he turned around. Of course, it would have to be Nathan. David was shoved out of the class lightly, followed by laughter. "I'll get straight to the point, douchebag. Stay away from my girl. I hate seeing you with her, understand?"


"Yeah, whatever, captain," David muttered, watching him disappear into the crowd. Just two more hours, he told himself, over and over as he made his way to the next classroom.

 

[Lady Odyssey]

David couldn’t peel his eyes away from the relentless clock that hung in the same spot in each class, although some were a few minutes behind or ahead. The teacher’s voice was soft, and the noise of seats creaking every now and then kept him awake throughout the boring, uneventful period of time. The clock hand moved, inching slowly as the minutes rolled on by. Mrs. Jackson, thankfully, didn’t appear to notice him slowly nodding out in the back of the classroom, struggling to keep his eyes open as she went on lecturing. Why can’t it just be Friday already? he thought to himself, twisting his right sleeve.


By God’s grace, he survived another class. Then the last class, too. The teachers seemed to be giving him a break, an extremely rare occassion. He almost questioned if this is a dream, once more. It was too good to be true, almost. Not that he is complaining, of course, but he’s just a bit confused as he exits the school building. Once at their normal meeting spot, he stopped and scanned his surroundings. No more Nathan, for the time being. David didn’t care what Nathan said or wanted--he is an asshole, and assholes don’t deserve to get what they want in his own perspective. And though he understood why Nathan was pissed at him, he wouldn’t ever back down. Rose is his best friend, so what does Nathan expect him to do? To suddenly lose all contact with the only friend he has, and because her boyfriend is having jealousy problems? Hell no.


The sky is slowly fading away, clouds taking its place. Personally, David loved rain despite the popular distaste for it. He enjoyed the summer time, too, of course, but he always loved when the clouds are gray and its raining outside although he wasn’t ever sure why he did. Mason hated the rain. In a lot of ways, both he and Mason are as opposite as the North and South poles; Mason loved the winter while David hated the winter. Mason hated mushrooms on his pizza, and David loved it. Though the two normally get along quite well, they would never be able to settle their (small and insignificant) differences. Rose knew the two were close. David is often he doesn’t have to explain it, too. How could words describe how much he cares for his younger brother, and wants to protect him from all the evil in the world (their father, mostly, but whatever) and make sure he’s safe? It’s simply not possible.

 

[Lady Odyssey]

David glanced at Rose's arm. Angry, red marks were on the surface of her skin. He didn't have to ask who it was, and it pissed him off more than anything. Why would Nathan be a possessive little asshole? Was it David's fault, for pissing him off in the first place? Or is he always like this? He couldn't be sure, but guilt still ate away at him as he watched her walk over to him, a smile gracing her lips, as if nothing happened just a few minutes ago, or however long ago it had been.


"Hey." Standing up, he glanced at her briefly, before looking back, eyes scanning through the mob of students pouring out of the building. Once he was sure Nathan wasn't coming to give the two a hard time, he looked at her with an eyebrow raised, all humor in his face lost. "Rose, I don't get it. Why are you dating him? He's an absolute asshole. We both know that by now. So why are you dating a guy like that?" David asked, searching her eyes for an answer. He didn't find any. It made him feel sick, almost, as realization dawned on him.


She was almost in the same situation as he is. Not quite there yet, but if she continues dating him... well. He knew she would ask him the same question if she knew about his father: why is he still living with him if he's an abusive asshole? He couldn't leave. No matter where he could run away to, Mason would always be there, home alone with their father. Even if David could get them both out, where would they go? The two have never been outside their hometown. And he couldn't bear to leave Rose, either.


David frowned. "I'm sorry... I just get pissed when you show up with red marks on your arm," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I shouldn't have said that. Just forget I said anything." Jesus Christ, I'm such a buzz-kill. David adjusted his backpack's strap, and looked at her again, half-expecting her to be mad at him. He wouldn't blame her, really. David twisted his sleeve.

 

[Lady Odyssey]

As convincing Rose was, David simply didn't buy it. He had made up excuses before, too, so he knew she was lying. Besides that, though, he knew she was lying because he knew her too well. The first sign was her smile slightly faltered. The second sign appeared as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt. Third sign was avoiding his eyes. "Are you sure it just the door?" he asked, still frowning. Clearly, it was something larger than the small, creaky double doors, and he knew that she knew that too.


"Alright, if you say so." David decided to let the matter go. For now, as much as he didn't want to. It wasn't the right time, or place, to discuss what went on between her and Nathan. And besides, he needs to start getting ready for practice. Coach normally drilled them for about 30 minutes. But a whole lot went on in 30 minutes; countless push-ups, laps around the track, more push-ups, and so on. It's physically brutal, but David had long since learned to push past the pain. His team didn't, of course, but that didn't matter. As long as they won, Coach is happy.


"In ten minutes," he responded flatly, sighing. "I wish it wasn't right after school. I think it's stupid. I mean, yeah, Coach wants to get it over with, blah blah blah. But we have lives too, you know? Some have homework, a part-time job, and still went to spend time with their girlfriends and family. By the time I get home, I have to have dinner, and then its straight to homework. It's really ridiculous." David stared down at the ground, chewing on his lower lip, glancing upward at Rose.

 

[Lady Odyssey]

David fumbled with his fingers, his neck bent downward as he stared at his open palm, his thumb tracing the small lines formed in his skin. As his mind wandered about the labyrinth he had created in his own mind, he lost all touch with what happened around him. Chatter became as dull as the pitter-patter sound of rain falling against the sidewalk. The wind became as senseless as the smooth surfaces of the school desks.


Rose coming to practice with him sounded amazing, he admitted silently. And though he would be distracted, he never minded. Welcomed it, if anything. Distraction from Coach, his father, is all he ever craved within every waking moment. However, practice is important. Almost as important as the actual Game. Practice is what pulled the team together, and made them… well, a team.


“That sounds amazing,” he agreed. “But I can’t promise I’ll be able to spend much time with you. We’re going to need all the practice we can get. But if you don’t have anything planned, I’d love for you to be there.” It’s true. “It probably won’t be much fun for you, though.” David knew she would string along, anyway, just to show her support for him. He smiled at her, gently poking her side.


David was, frankly, scared to death of graduation day. Not only would he have to worry about what would happen to Mason, but he would have to worry about college. As if he’d be able to go to college; his grades weren’t the great, and he didn’t have much money at all. David didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life, anyway. He was sure Rose would do great things, and he was afraid they’d drift apart. “Yeah, I guess. I still don’t look forward to it, really.”

 

[Lady Odyssey]

“I should be worried about rain?” he inquired with a small laugh. “Rose, you know I love rain. I’m not Mason, you know. He hates rain.” David welcomed rainy days with open arms. The feeling of water droplets splattering against his skin made him want to smile, no matter how cold or warm it was, summer or not. He really didn’t care what season it was (though, he loved summer more than any other season), he invited cloudy, gloomy days any time of the year even though he has no clear reason as to why he loves the rain as much as he does. David’s peers, however, seemed to strongly disagree with him. Not that he cared, though. Only Rose and Mason’s thoughts were what mattered to him.


On que, David rose up to his feet along side with her. “Well, aren’t you just fancy, walking backward?” he spoke teasingly, falling into stride beside her at a casual, easy-go pace. There was no rush, in his own mind. Practice could wait for the time being. Rose was his first priority. Well, not entirely. Mason is first, only because he’s family. Then Rose. No one else. Just him, Mason, and Rose. It didn’t matter where they were, or what they were doing, Mason and Rose came first despite the current situation and how it’d affect David in the long-run. None of it mattered if he didn’t have Rose or Mason at the end of the day, he reasoned.


“I wish time would slow down, too. Sometimes it doesn’t go by fast enough for me. I felt like I was in class forever.” David shrugged. Time went by too fast, and too slow in other circumstances. It was painful to even think about. Class was wasted time. Sure, in the long-run it would be useful. But when would he ever need to know of Shakespeare or Homer in his life? Not unless he would become an English teacher. Like hell that would happen, but thats besides the point. Some of the classes are completely useless and irrelevant to him and his future life in his own perspective. He was sure Coach thought otherwise. But whatever.

 

[Lady Odyssey]

David wouldn’t mind running in the rain, even if that meant mud would be spewed all over his pants. At least then he would have an excuse to be out in the rain; Rose didn’t like him being out in the rain. Apparently it’s too slippery out to enjoy it, or too cold. Whatever lame excuse she could come up with, she’d use to prove to him it wasn’t a good idea to be out in the rain. He, obstinately, loved the rain and often looked past the cons of being in the rain; hell, he’d rather be covered in mud and water than stay indoors doing nothing in the heat of summer. Sure, he loved summer. But no way in hell would he pick the heat over rain--rain was the best, in his own formed opinion. No matter how much Rose tried to prove him wrong, David would always love the rain.


“Stupid?” he echoed, slowly shaking his head. “Nah. I love running in the rain, even if it poses the possibility of painfully breaking a limb.” David’s face lit up with laughter at her silly, paranoid-filled concerns. She could be like that, sometimes. Just before he had broken his arm in 7th grade, she had told him, like a mother almost, to not go around climbing trees like the other stupid boys. At least she never believed in the cooties theory every girl seemed to form in the 4th grade. He was grateful for that, even as small as it is now that he looks back at it with an amused smile. So many memories were stored of him and Rose. It was mind-numbly-blowing to think of how much the two had spent together. He’s spent more time with her than his own father.


“That’s real cute,” he said with a wink. “I’m sure it’s pretty difficult to not look at me, am I right?” David had too much fun messing around with her, and especially when her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. It was pure entertainment and amusement. Suddenly, Rose spun around and began walking, no longer blindly going backwards. “Lame. Can’t even walk backwards for a long time. And here I thought you were cool. What a shame.” David gently poked the side of her stomach. A common gesture between the two, he had been poking her since the sixth grade. Possibly the fifth grade. It felt like a life-time ago, and most of the memories were little snippets, blurry and fuzzy. He remembered a time he and Rose had walked to the grocery store with money they had “stolen”, even though both their parents knew they took it, and bought candy. David could never resist a Hershey’s bar, now could he?


David wrapped an arm around her, smiling at her. “Who said anything about saying goodbye? I’m sure we’ll stay in contact. We’ve known each other since the third grade, Rose. And as for graduation, I’ll be sure to bring a tissue box for you. And maybe your teddy bear.”

 

[Lady Odyssey]

Body covered in sweat, David shoved the remaining equipment into the large, dented locker. His arms are covered in mud. Every inch of his skin seemed to be--or, at least, that’s how it had felt. Coach had let practice continue forward despite the heavy rain, turning the field into slick, gooey mud that eventually inched on the footballers’ skin, jerseys, and equipment. Thankfully, everywhere but the face with the exception of Frank; he had taken a faceplant shortly after slipping while running laps around the track. David, and the rest of the team, had a good laugh at Frank. It wasn’t often they get to see a teammate caked in mud. None of them were laughing now as they washed the mud off their skin, scrubbing with only their hands. Every inch of his body felt filthy. He’d rather be drenched in sweat, but he wasn’t offered much of a choice. Still, he didn’t join in with the others and complain about how much they hate the rain. David loved it. Smiled, even.


After a lengthy shower (twenty minutes, to be exact), finally satisfied with the amount of mud and sweat scrubbed off, David changed into his usual attire in the locker room amongst the other team members. Laughter and chatter echoed in the somewhat large room, light radiating joyful faces. Practice had gone well. Almost too well, in David’s opinion, and he was a bit skeptical. They only had one more day of practice before the Game, so why weren’t they presented with much of a challenge? Sure, running laps and being pushed to their limits was the norm. But easily getting through the scrimmage? Coach thought the team is ready. David thought otherwise. Frank’s passes are sloppy. And Nathan had lost his temper more than just a few times during warm-ups. Why can’t Coach see their team is slowly falling apart? David wasn’t even sure if it is a team anymore. No one wants to listen to him anymore. They disregard his attempts to correct them, and goof off more than usual. David tried not to show frustration at the thought.


In fresh clothing and hair still damp, he emerged out of the locker room. Coach is gone, as usual. Nathan wasn’t around, either. Not that David gave a shit about Nathan, as long as he left Rose alone. Backpack slung on his right shoulder, he walked out onto the field, glancing up at the sky. It’s just about five o’clock. Practice normally goes on for two hours; sometimes more, sometimes less. Depends on Coach, and whether or not he’s pissed enough to send the boys around the track a few laps more. David let out a huff of breath, rubbing the back of his neck. Trying to fight the smile as he caught sight of her, he began walking. The guys were finally exiting the locker room as well; he could hear them hollering and roaring with laughter. David rolled his eyes. The whole team was loud, obnoxious and stereotypical guys. And although he did enjoy their company (most of the time), he would never be able to fully relate to them. Not like with Rose, anyway. Rose was relatable like none other. As is Mason. Mason and Rose. Rose and Mason. The two people in his life he couldn’t imagine without. Couldn’t fathom, really.


The two had known each other for as long as he could remember. Possibly since they had just gotten out of diapers, for all he knew. In actuality, they had met in third grade in the school playground. David had always loved the sensation of feeling free on the swings, even as a kid. Ever since, the two had met up by the swing until seventh grade hit, when playing at the playground wasn’t cool anymore. David had never minded, though. He didn’t care where he was or what they were doing, so long as he has the chance to spend time with his best friend whom he knew so well. It was as true as it was back then as it is now. No matter where Rose is, or what she is doing, he wants to be with her. Even if it means putting up with Nathan and his snarky-and-sarcastic comments constantly trying to tear him away from Rose. Even before Nathan had started dating Rose, the two had never quite gotten along. David assumed the mutual relationship of hate had been brewed when David was appointed captain of the team. Maybe. He could never know for sure what Nathan’s true motives are and were.


“Have fun watching?” his voice rang with a hint of teasing, with an undertone of exhaustion. “I think Frank’s going to have to take another shower to get all the mud off.” Frank was as clumsy as ever, apparently. Made good entertainment for the team, too. Not for Coach. Coach never laughed. David couldn’t remember the last time seeing the guy smile, for Christ’s sake; he could only assume he has always been serious and cold. David could barely remember seeing his father happy. Coach is only ever pissed, angry, or drunk. Of course, Coach is never drunk in public. Never. Only at home, David thought. Only at home. Shaking the silly thoughts away, he sat next to Rose on the bleachers. Even after a shower, he could feel exhaustion sweep in as it always did, but more so today. Sleeping pills never seemed to do the trick for him. Prescriptions often wore off in the middle of the night; he had given up on pills and prescriptions to help sleep a long time ago. “Ready to go, Rose?”

 

[Lady Odyssey]

“If you think football is only catching,” he paused, laughing. “Well, then, why don’t you try running around and play catch, if you’re so confident, Miss Rose?” David knew that she knew football was much, much more than running and catching. Strategy, precision and teamwork all factored in. Making difficult, game-changing calls also played a role for David, since he’s the captain. Though Coach made most of the plans, the captain inevitably would make difficult calls if the plan isn’t executed well enough to make the game. Moves and countermoves. Improvisation is a must for being captain of the team, and knowing how much the team can handle, each of their individual strengths and weaknesses, and apply that to form a new plan. After being captain for two years, David is confident enough to say he is a pretty damn good captain. Nathan would say otherwise, he knew, but Nathan is also smart enough to stay in line around Coach. For the time being, of course. If things fall apart, Nathan will be the first to initiate the others undoubtedly.


Every inch of his body and clothing is soaked to the core, causing him to shiver slightly. Not that he minded, though he had wished he hadn’t wasted time drying off after taking a shower--it is completely useless at this point. He may as well have skipped the shower, too, now that he thought about it. The rain provided enough water to, but it was already said and done; nothing he can do now. “Ooh, a mud fetish, I see?” David teased back, winking. “I don’t have a pun for mud. That’s a bummer.” Puns had stopped being cool back in ninth grade. That didn’t stop him from using the cheesiest, most horrible puns his mind could come up with at both proper and improper times. Always seemed to crack him up, too; Rose knew as much of course. Mason occasionally would come up with a pun to surprise David at breakfast, or on their way to school. Though Mason isn’t as much into puns as David is, he tries his best to come up with horrible puns on a weekly basis, just to crack his older brother up.


“You actually might need to,” he laughed, shaking his head shortly after. “I’ll be fine. Not that long of a walk, really. The cold rain will keep me awake anyway. Don’t be surprised if I collapse in your arms romantically in the pouring rain halfway there, though.” David adjusted his backpack, thankful he wouldn’t be heading straight home just yet. Mason wouldn’t be too happy about it, of course, but he knew he would understand. He just hoped Coach wouldn’t get back until a few more hours--Mason will be lucky if their father decides to stop at the bar for a drink or two. David almost hoped his father would get wasted; at least then he would pass out on the couch, or something, and leave the two alone in peace. Almost too good to ask for, David thought as he rolled the wish in his mind. Highly unlikely, too. “I’m sorry you had to wait out in the rain. I know it can’t be too fun watching me, but thank you Rose. You’re the best,” he spoke, eyes crinkling as he smiled at her in the rain.

 

[Lady Odyssey]

“Woah, woah. Now I’m the perv?” David said, arms held up mockingly. “Says the person who enjoys watching hot guys run around in the pouring rain.” Though it was meant as a joke, it was somewhat true. Most of the guys weren’t half bad to look at, and they all knew it. He didn’t really care--that is apparent enough; most days, David only glances at himself in the mirror in the morning, and often leaves his hair a bed-headed mess throughout the day. And although his father is sure to make David dress somewhat decently, his attire is normally casual when his father lets it slide by. T-shirts and a pair of old jeans are his favorite, no matter what the weather is like. Sometimes he’ll even throw on a cap to cover his messy head of hair, but at the end of the day he normally takes it off either because Rose teases him to no end, or a teacher enforces the “no-hats” rule in class. Stupid rule, really, but he didn’t let the rule concern him too much. Rules will be Rules.


Knocked gently to his right, he cracked a small smile as she pushed him playfully, her nose scrunched as she pouted. “Mhm. I still think you have a fetish for mud-covered-guys-running-in-the-rain, but okay. We can argue about it later; I’m too tired right now,” he said, offering a lazy smile as if to prove it. In reality, he didn’t need to prove he’s tired. He knew that she knew he was exhausted, and not only from practice. From the whole day--the morning, the lack of sleep, the classes and homework, and finally running around in the rain trying not to slip like Frank. David poked at her side, falling into step beside her at a casual pace. He didn’t even bother trying to shield himself from the rain--it’s pouring now, and he’s already soaked down to the bone. “Sorry to disappoint, but the idea of watching girls be covered in mud while wrestling does not appeal to me like it does to the other guys.” And though he loves the rain, he hates being cold. Still, he didn’t mind that much. The walk was just about a mile long. Should take them longer than usual in the rain, but that is fine.


“Well, that’s a damn shame then.” David cast a glance towards his best friend as they walked side by side, large droplets of rain pouring down between them. She’s just as soaked as he is, if not more. He wondered if she is as cold as he is, too. Most likely, though in the past she has been able to withstand the weather longer than he has. He found it a bit amusing they were perfect for each other. Where he is weak, she is strong. And where she is weak, he is strong. She’s more gifted in academics. He’s more gifted in athletics. Together, they are a team of sorts. A dynamic duo, close as soulmates and supportive as siblings. Can’t imagine life without one another. Can’t be separated by angry-jealous-boyfriend-on-football-team. David smiled at the thought, and put one foot in front of another through the pouring rain. Drops splattered onto the ground, engulfing them with the gentle sound of water falling from the heavens. “You’re always the best, Rose. Don’t forget that. Even when I’m an asshole,” he said with a straight face, before erupting into laughter. “I’m telling you. Rain messes with my amazing ability to keep my poker face. Kinda like kryptonite screws with Superman, I guess.”

 

[Lady Odyssey]

David’s body shook as he laughed silently, quickly growing out of breath. It took a whole minute or two to regain his composure, and figure out how the two had gotten to this point in their conversation. Of course, he was the one to initiate the conversation, but it is as if it had branched out into fetishes and crushes on its own. He wondered what Mason would have thought of their conversation, if he was here right now. Shaking his head at the very thought, he looked at her, amusement shining in his eyes. “Jesus bloody Christ, Rose. Why are we talking about this, again?” he laughed. “But if you really must know, I do not have a crush on my own football team, Rose. But thanks for the concern,” he paused, wincing at the thought of Nathan. “Oh my Christ, Rose, that’s disgusting. I’m going to have more nightmare-induced dreams now. Thanks. Now I’ll never look at Nathan the same. Or sleep. I’m going to bother you all night long now. I think we can call it even then.”


“Woah, I know I’m weird, but I don’t bring up my teammates up like that. Jesus Christ. Rose, remind me to never speak to you around the guys. Like, ever.” The sidewalks shimmer and sparkle under the sunlight, and he suddenly wonders what time it is. He had told Coach he’d be studying at a friends house (not exactly a lie, now is it?), and wouldn’t be back until morning. Coach had momentarily seemed a bit pissed, but had decided to let the matter go. Maybe Coach didn’t mind only because he had mentioned the work “studying”. David had crammed in a pair of sweatpants, and a set of clothing for tomorrow to change in. Forgot to bring his toothbrush, though. He’s thankful Mason had given him a pack of gum for him to take the night before. Mason is too thoughtful, and he sometimes wished he could take Mason with him, just to get away from Coach and the house, and have fun for a while. Mason had, multiple times, politely declined, saying he’d make things weird by showing up as a friend’s little brother. David just wished he was here, with them.


David’s side burned shortly after she pinched him, but the cold rain seemed to numb most of the stinging aftermath. Trying his best not to shiver, he laughed at her. “That’s a lie, Miss Rose. I’m an asshole when I’m pissed, and you know it. Good thing I don’t get pissed easily then, huh?” It was partially true. He doesn’t get pissed very often. But when he does… well, he tends to blow up like a bomb. And although he’s been trying not to around her, he can’t help himself; stress, lack of sleep and his father’s beatings all eat away at him, and without warning, he’ll blow up from the pressure of it all. Mason is usually the one to calm him down. Mason is understands David--the two live together, with Coach. Rose, even as close as she is with him, doesn’t completely understand. She only has pieces of what really goes on. David wants that to change. He really does. But he doesn’t know how to tell her that his own father beats on him, and threatens to do the same to Mason. How could he even begin? “I guess so,” he offered a half-genuine smile, which quickly faded away and was replaced with a serious, contemplative expression.


“Rose, would you ever be mad at me for not telling you something?”