The look behind those tired eyes

Chapter four - Rookie...who?

A/N!!!

To anyone that's read this far:

I have decided to post four chapters at once so people could get a view on it before I decide if I want to publish more of the book, though I probably will anyways because I love people seeing my work. Whether they like it or not aha.

Anyways, I know there's not much to see of a story so far in 'The look behind those tired eyes' but I still like feedback on whether or not people would want to read more of it! Especially since it is my first book I am publishing.

Hope you enjoy!!

-Ray :)

Will Vinny

I was picking Stella up, again, tonight. I was getting really sick of my deadbeat Mother. She easily could have picked her up, but, of course, her new fancy and boujee sugar daddy decides to ruin our family by convincing her to leave us be for a week. Leaving me to fend for Stella, Adam, and myself.

I was scrolling on my phone while I leaned against my hood of my car. Stella should be out any minute now. Yeah, I came earlier than usual, but at least I'm not late!

Like someone I know.

Finally, I heard footsteps running towards me, followed by a very unexpected hug from a small body and I could tell from the death grip that it was my little sister. "Hey Stella. Ready to go home? I'll make pizza for dinner!" I asked her. I had to be cheery and upbeat with her. Stella was a little more sensitive than most kids her age, as long as she was happy I didn't mind putting on a mask about my feelings around her. "Yay!" She shouted and jumped up and down. "Can Hillary come?" She asked rather excitedly.

Who the fuck is Hillary?

"Hilary? Who is that?" I asked her. Her eyes lit up with joy at the mention of this mysterious girl. "She's my friend, Willy! Can she please come? Please, please, please!" She begged with her knuckles together and fell to her knees.

Kids are hilarious.

I sighed as my shoulders slumped. I did offer pizza, so I couldn't say we didn't have food for other people since I was ordering it. But I also didn't know how Adam will react to having another kid at our house. He's a little too...sensible...for his age.

"Alright, I have to meet her first. And make sure it's okay with her parents." I told her. I was skeptical of people in general, but with Stella it's a whole different story.

"Okay! She's over there with her brother," She pointed across the parking lot not too far away from us. A little girl who looked about six or seven was talking to a boy, I assume her older brother.

But the longer I looked...

The more he looked familiar.

Wait...Rookie Chandler!

"Oh. You know what? Sure, let's invite her." I watched Stella jump excitedly, then ran towards her new friend.

Her friend who happened to be Rookie Chandler's sister.

I only agreed 'cause a part of me wanted to apologize to him. I don't know why I wanted to apologize, or what for, but it just seemed right to.

He was always a loner and maybe I felt bad for him. Maybe I was just a decent human fucking being, unlike the rest of those jocks.

But today it didn't matter, I wanted to be civil, for once.

Civil to someone who shouldn't be with a snob as a girlfriend. If you would even call her that. I say it was an insult to snobs.

I realized I had been staring at him. Until Stella spoke, "Come on, Willy! I don't want to go alone." She pleaded with me and tugged on my arm. "Alright. Let's go." Here we go.

"Hi Stella!" Hillary said.

"Hey Hillary! Did you want to stay at our place to have dinner and have a play date?" My dearest, sweet sister blurted out.

"Hey, I said dinner. No playdates." Probably the only time I was stern with her like that. She noticed, and of course called me out,

"You never used the mean voice on me before...I'm sorry, willy." I automatically felt bad. I felt like I had just kicked a puppy, but no matter what, my gaze never left Rookie. Her whole face looked like a lost puppy.

I guess I need to make dessert now too.

I sighed, "I'm sorry, girly. How about this, I think it's a good idea—"

"W-we...I can drop her off and pick her up. I'm sure our Mom won't mind." The sound of his voice cutting me off caught me off guard. But then I had an idea,

"You can join too if you'd like. I wouldn't mind, besides, I need the company. A jock like me can't be alone too long without feeling lonely." I smiled. He did not return the favour, what did I expect? For him to wrap me in a bear hug at that? A loner?!

Man. I'm one embarrassing jock.