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Chapter nine

Ryan Kavanaugh

The day didn't start yet and it was already fucked. What pisses me even further off is that my girlfriend is awol along with her bitch of a friend Mel. Stacey isn't answering my calls. Missing school and being late aren't her style. I would've gone looking for her but the coach wanted our asses early on the field. We have a match this afternoon. And one of our best players Selvin is a no-show too. Selvin not being here sends my mind spiraling out of control. Stacey wouldn't cheat on me. But it doesn't stop my mind from thinking that she's with Selvin. Where does Mel fit in? Or is it just a coincidence that Selvin isn't here? I've told Stacey a gazillion times to always inform me of her whereabouts. It irks me when she ignores texts and calls. Her behavior has been off for the last week and a half. Avoiding me, losing weight, bags under her eyes, pale in the face, and lying to me. And today she is a no-show. It's unsettling. I have no idea what is going on in my girlfriend's head. And I don't like being out of the loop.

People expect me to be a certain way because of who my father is. I am what you call a preacher's kid. Dad is the pastor of the living waters congregation. I am expected to be, a good sweet boy. I might be my father's son. But I am not him. I don't live my life for him and don't attend church at all Sundays. I was ten years old when I was last seen in the church. It was dad's passion to be a pastor and to spread the good word. It's not mine. I want to become a soccer star and play for the Knights. It's one of the best soccer clubs in the world and it's right here in my backyard. My parents are aware of my goals and dreams and encouraged me to make them come true. And it's exactly what I'm going to do. With Stacey by my side. I am going to marry that girl someday.

I am an intense kind of guy and I love hard. It's not just women who can love strongly. I know I am too young to say that I love Stacey. But it's exactly what I feel. My passion runs so deep for her that it is suffocating at times. And I don't mean it in a bad way. I love my girl fiercely and feel very protective of her. She was mine the second I had laid eyes on her. It didn't matter that she was a virgin and kept me waiting for almost two years before giving herself to me. If I had to wait twenty years it wouldn't have made a difference. I won't lie and say it was easy. Especially when I have been sexually active before I met Stacey. And when we were making out. Those were the best and worse moments of my life. I suffered from blue balls and cold showers became a daily routine. But waiting was worth it. I think I love Stacey even more now. I was a possessive fucker before we started having sex. Imagine how it is now. If Stacey only knew she has me by the balls literally and figuratively speaking. Then she would walk all over my ass. My father's older brother came by two weeks ago and commented that I don't know what love is. And what I feel for Stacey is just a silly schoolboy crush. I almost slapped him. If it wasn't for the principles my parents instilled in me. And one of those was to respect your elders no matter what they do and say to piss you off. My parents didn't use the word piss.  Mom always jokes about me being born with an old soul. And I think she is not wrong.

I want to beat on my chest like Tarzan at the thought of me being the one and only guy that is having sex with Stacey. Sex never felt this good and I had plenty of it before Stacey. Shit now thoughts of us in the shower and my head buried in between her thighs are flashing in my head. In this short time, I've had her in the school's photo development dark room. In Mr. King's classroom during lunch. In the staff bathroom and a cleaning supply room at the Kennedy hotel. And Stacey loved every second of it. When I saw her virgin blood on my dick and bed sheets. A protective need of proprietary toward Stacey came over me. My seed leaking out of her naked body had increased my possessive side to a hundred percent at that moment. I would kill for my girlfriend and future wife.

"Ow!" I yell when a ball hit me hard on the side of my face. I was so far gone in my thoughts that I forgot that I am standing on the field at the back of the school. "Snap out of it man!" Yell Con my best friend. I glare at him and he lifts his hands as if at gunpoint. "It wasn't me who kicked you," he says looking directly at Kurt. The asshole stood there grinning looking smug. I flip him the bird and ignore him. He had kicked that ball hard because of the ass-whipping I gave him a month ago. He had to sit out two games and he made no secret of his hate for me. I could kick his ass again but it won't do me any good. And the coach has been riding my ass to get my head in the game or he won't let me play this afternoon. I should listen to him and get my mind off of Stacey. Who is fucking testing my patience today. I shake my head and let Stacey go for now. Asshole Kurt has tried Mel's number the same amount as I had tried Stacey's. And he got the same response which is nothing. My only prayer is that nothing bad has happened to my girl.