Faked for you

Chapter one

Miles POV.

The sound of the team yelling and cheering echoed through the locker room while sweat ran down my back. We had just won our fourth game of the season and only a few more games before the play offs. I scored a touchdown only two seconds left on the timer and my team carried me to victory cheering and screaming but the crowd did not. I don't know what's been going on but my agent seems to think it's a problem because the more people who aren't fans won't be happy with our win if I scored and that just means that the entire team will have less fans. Non of the other team members seem to think it's a big deal but it's been on my nerve along with my agent Ryan.

Ryan is my friend but mostly my agent and he always has my back. But lately all he cares about people not having too much interest in me and how much publicity I have been getting or better yet the publicity I haven't been getting since I deleted all my social media accounts. Him and I are meeting in twenty minutes because I guess he has some sort of deal to tell me about.

"You did awesome tonight man!" Johnathan pats me on the shoulder as I slip my shirt over my head before running my hands through my soaked hair.

"Thanks, alright I gotta head off. See you tomorrow morning" I nod pulling my bag over my shoulder and heading out.

I love football I do but it's not something I want to do the rest of my life. I do eventually want to stop messing around and maybe build a house or write a book because those things I actually could enjoy doing so much more than tackling a bunch of full grown men. my dad told me my whole life that I was so amazing at it and I should make a living out of it so when he died that's exactly what I did but I don't enjoy it as much as he wanted me to. Ever since I started the business here I haven't been myself and I have been so serious. I feel like I'm not allowed to have fun because everywhere I turn I camera could pop up and could ruin my entire career.

When I walked through the doors to Ryan's office he was buried inside his wife Samantha. This isn't the first time I've walked in and saw this but that definitely doesn't mean I'm okay with it.

"Jesus man!" I turn around and for a few minutes I hear giggling and zippers going up and down

"Sorry, see you at home hun" he sighs as Samantha walks in front of me rushing to leave

"Bye Miles" she squeals shutting the door behind her. I just nod before giving Ryan a look.

Ryan buttons up his flannel as he sits down on his chair behind his desk. I know exactly what's going to happen. He's going to congratulate me for winning then he will bring up the fact that nobody cared because it was I who won for our team. At this point I need to do whatever he wants me to do just to fix this slump I'm going through.

"Congrats is in order I believe" he smiles before sighing and shoving his papers back on his desk neatly from being pushed around earlier "but I also heard nobody gave a fuck!" He stands ups crossing his arms.

"Yeah I know what you're gonna say" I sigh.

"Fuck no you don't! Miles get a damn life and show the media! I don't care how you do it but figure it out because you need some kind of publicity and it's not only making you look like shit it's making me look worse!" As he's walking around screaming at me all I can think about is getting laid or getting drunk, One of the two sounds fun right about now. "You see all the guys on your team on tv doing interviews with celebrities yet here you are! Miles I swear to god I like being your friend more then being your agent" he groans slamming his body back in his chair.