NOT MEANT TO BE

Chapter 16

Godt scrolled through his Facebook feed.

It had become a habit. He'd look at his phone and check his Facebook account every few hours. He doesn't have many friends though, just 200 odd people. Not that he doesn't get friend requests often. But he rarely accepts unless they are his acquaintances. He's not the social butterfly that Bas is. The kid had been active on Facebook for just a few months and he'd already gotten over 1000 friends. Plus, unlike Godt, who had only ten or so photos on his profile, the Kid is updating daily. He already had several albums and over fifty photos on his profile. Mostly of him and Rocky, sometimes P'Bella too would appear.

When he gifted the phone to Bas there was doubt in his mind. He was guilty that he did that with an ulterior motive, a not so pure intention at the back of his mind. But now, he couldn't be happier. The boy is enjoying the phone and as a plus Godt gets to keep tabs with him.

It's not like they have been chatting online, not much anyway. Even the conversations they'd so far shared were brief and rare. That included the occasion the boy had wished Godt on his 19th birthday both publically and privately.

Although they haven't chatted much Godt never forgot to like and comment on Bas' every new picture. He always wanted to be the first to comment on cute pictures the kid posted with his puppy. Well, the dog isn't a puppy anymore. The brown, flurry menace was a grown-up dog now and Bas is pretty proud.

"Man, stop staring at your phone and have a drink!"

He was startled by the loud voice in his ear.

The cacophony of the club that he had managed to tune out crashed back in. He'd come here to celebrate with his teammates after a big win. No wonder his bros were irritated by his unenthusiastic attitude.

"Sorry, man." Godt gulped down the last of the beer in his mug.

"See over there." His teammate wrapped an arm around his neck and whispered. "Those ladies are eyeing you like a juicy piece of meat and you, my friend, are too dumb to notice."

When the said scantily dressed women noticed Godt's gaze they giggled directing flirty looks at him. Godt felt awkward.

"Let's go talk to them." His friend got to his feet.

Godt shook his head, taking the newly filled mug and carefully pulling a gulp without spilling the content.

"Not interested." Godt planted one boot-clad foot on the rung of the stool and leaned back. "You go ahead."

His friend gave him an incredulous look and shook his head. They are the champions of the province. Next month they will be playing inter-province games. The team is quite popular. The guy cannot understand Godt's aloof attitude towards women. He'd understand if his teammate isn't into women. But as far as he knew that's not the case. Godt's disinterest extended to both men and women, equally.