Unique

Chapter Six

The sun was coming from the window which woke me up. I walked about half way back to campus when Monica picked me up. Monica wanted to stay with me but I told her I needed some time alone. I still feel raw and expose from the events of last night. Once I got into my room and on my bed I began to cry. I was right all along about good looking people. John did accept a bet of making me tell him how I inherited my mother's money. It turns out he is a selfish bastard who only uses his good looks to get what he wants.

Why did I allow myself to believe John was different? Now I know the answer to the question that I have been asking myself since the beginning. How could a hot guy, like John, notice an average person like me? The truth and answer is that he wouldn't unless it's for his advantage. Tears started to form in my eyes as I think back to John. I quickly shake my head and wipe my eyes fast and hard. I look at the ceiling for a while. I was used to the bad things that always happen in my life. So far my life hasn't been a fairy tale one but it made me stronger. I learned how to set aside the turmoil going inside of me and do what I needed for the day.

Today was a special treat for us at the university. The great Liam Henderson, aka my father, was going to come by our football field. The football team along with the trainers must attend no matter what. The university doesn't want to set a bad example for lack of attendance. I get up and head for the shower while dumping my clothes, from last night, along the way.

The shower was hot and long as I tried to wash everything away. After the shower I got dressed in our casual trainer uniform. A white polo shirt with blue lines curved at the side, khaki pants and white with blue shoes. We had the option of wearing a cap with our logo of the university. I usually don't wear the cap but for today I will make an exception. I was about to put the cap on when a knock on the door spreads throughout the silent room.

I simply walked over not worried because I know who's on the other side of the door. As I open the door Monica is standing with the same uniform minus the cap. She looks me up and down with a worried expression. "You don't have to go" Monica says almost in a whisper. "I can handle it" I say with an attempt at a smile but fail. "Alex...." Monica starts but doesn't finish. I know that Monica is worried about me. I step out of the dorm room and close the door behind me. "Let's go we don't want to be late" I say with defeat in my tone.

Monica and I walk across campus hand in hand. Monica has always been there for me through all the bad things in my life. If it wasn't for her I would have probably not attended college to begin with, after the episode with Jake. But somehow I don't feel that comfortable I need something else but I can't put my finger on it. I then start feeling bad because Monica's hand holding should be enough to comfort me but it isn't. I squeeze her hand a little tighter as we approach the field. "You're going to be fine" Monica reassures me as we step into the long hallway leading to the field.

Surprisingly it was a beautiful day not to hot but not too cold either. The weather was fine that we could be outside with pants on and not sweat like crazy. Monica and I were the last ones to arrive but it seems nothing has started yet. Some of the football players were in full gear while others where half dressed carrying their helmets and shoulder guards. All of the trainers where at the side lines with the same uniform. I really didn't know what we were supposed to do show off our skills to my father.

Monica squeezes my hand a bit tighter as we get close to everyone. Some people look at me with sadness while others just can't look at me at all. With Monica by my side I feel a bit better but somehow I just wanted to turn and run back. Monica squeezes a bit tighter and I know what that means. At the corner of my eye I see John with a black sleeveless shirt. John stares at me hoping that I would stare back but I just can't. After everything he said about loving me I am not sure I believe anything he says or does. In order to keep me from crying or beating up John I avoid his stare and just keep walking forward.