I'm a Hawks' Kid

Eleven

I was walking with my father down the sidewalk to the apartement building where Charlie lodged. I didn't want to come, but was forced. Before we had walked into the building or even pressed the button, I had yanked gently on my dad's arm. I had two thinks to ask him, one very important one and one that I wanted to know but wasn't dying to know.

"Dad, do you have to tell them that I am your kid?"

He kinda moves his shoulders, "Why? You're my kid, shouldn't you be proud of that?"

I nod, and of course I should. But I specified my reasons why I don't want anyone from his team knowing who I am. I just can't get bullied, especially from kids that my dad trusts. "I am, but I don't want anyone on the team to see me differently. It's bad enough I'm transfering so late and they despise Adam and I,"

He sighs, rubbing his eyes, and not knowing what to do. "I guess. But you'll have to deal with this soon," I nod and hug him tightly, him hugging me back. "Remember, your my cousin's kid," I nod once again and we enter the building.

I followed him upstairs until we reached the top. My dad wanted me to look decent tonight and not like a slob. So I was wearing my nicest jeans, a nice long sleeved shirt and then a hoodie. I wanted to wear my Hawks jacket, but dad said no because I was no longer Hawk. We stopped at the door and he knocked. A young boy revealed behind the giant red door.

"Hey Coach," He smiles. My dad walks in, me following behind. The young boy looks at me for awhile until my father speaks up.

"Where's your mom, Charlie?"

The boy looks back, "Oh, she's in the kitchen.... Hey Coach, I didn't know you had a kid,"

Before my dad could pipe up, I did. "He doesn't. I'm his cousin's kid. My parents left out of town for awhile and I am staying here," He nods and leads me into the living room for now. I was still pist at this kid and his mother for taking my dad away.

I don't think their should be jealousy between the adults' kids or even among the kids. If my dad wants a relationship with this woman and have her kid involved, then it'll be ugly with me around and now being involved. This has been happening for awhile now, who knows how long? 'Cause I sure don't!

I take a seat on the couch and then Charlie does, at the other end and he sure as hell wasn't getting any closer to me than he was. "So do you live in town or did your parents drop you off here and you all live elsewhere?"

I laugh, "I barely know you and you want to know where I live?" I assume my dad heard me clear as day because he came out from the kitchen and looked at me.

"Kylie! Be nice, he didn't do anything,"

"Sorry d-I mean Uncle. I didn't meant for those specific mean words to come shooting out like that. What I meant was is, I don't give personal info out to strangers," My dad smiles and walks back into the kitchen.

Charlie stands up and I do as well, because he nodded for me to. He puts his hand out in front of me. "I'm Charlie Conway, you are?"

"Not giving out names,"

He kinda got upset, "Is there something wrong between us? I mean, at school you kinda act the same way,"

I nod crossing my arms, "Indeed there is something wrong," I couldn't tell him the truth so I had to make up a lie. "You see my father is divoreced and is seeing other women now. I don't aprove because my dad's special friend has a boy, about our age, who is really bugging me because it seems like my dad lately has been spending more time with them than me,"

He looks at the ground, "Oh, I'm sorry.  I didn't know and of course I wouldn't.... Well, your uncle seems really nice. I like him a lot and not just because he's my Coach but because he makes my mom happy, which makes me happy,"

This can't get any worse, could it? I was hoping that he didn't say something like that beucause it just catches me and makes me feel bad for my actions. That story and the boy was actually him and I just didn't say it was him. "I'm happy for you guys and my uncle because he's been alone for awhile now,"

He nods as our parents leave the kitchen, getting their stuff on. I stood up wondering where they were going. My dad can't leave me with some boy I barely know. "Where you guys going?"

"To the winter festival!" Charlie's mom says happily. I nod. Guess I'm staying here the night with Charlie until my dad gets home. They had left and I was alone now with nothing to do. It was snowing outside and in here it was warmer than outside, which I loved. But I had absolutely nothing to do other than make friends with Charlie. I didn't really want to because I wasn't sure if I'd be on this team for like a one time thing or not.

Charlie was in the kitchen now, there was only music playing now. I didn't know what he was doing but he then returned from the kitchen looking for me. I'm sure we'll be friends by the end of the night because right now it's really hard to ignore the kid I hate. "Supper's ready if you're coming," He told me.

I follow him into the dinning room and took a seat where he told me to. He sat on one side and I had the other. He was facing me the entire time. But at one point while he was eating, and I wasnt hungry, he had stopped and looked at me. "I'm sorry, but you look too familiar. I've seen you at school lots with your friends, but where else have I seen you?"

I knew where he has seen me. I played against him when it was the Hawks vs District-5 game. And then again at the end of the day when I had ran into him and then his team came. I only one kid from his team, other than him, and it was Guy. "I'm a Hawk,"

He looks at the ground kinda upset. "You must love it," I nod.

"Well, I can say that I don't think we have as much fun as you guys. We don't do games to practice or anything. We have busy days of practicing. Laps, positions, game plays, yelling. I mean Adam, Larson, and I got yelled at for something Adam mistakenly did,"

He looks up confused, "What'd he possibly do that wasn't perfect?"

Charlie was a nice kid, much like Adam. But he was a kid who got attached to people when he shouldn't. He's attached to my dad and it feels like he's taking something important away that I once had with my father. I know he and I aren't that close, but with busy schedules and all, I just feel that it'd be better for us if he had never met Charlie or even let Charlie grow on him like that.

I don't want to be mean towards him or anything, but that's what I feel like and maybe he feels different about me. I know my thoughts may never change for Charlie, but that's how it'll be for now and always, if he likes it or not. " Well, since he knows that I'll always be there for him on the ice and in a good position, he passes it to me without hesitating or even looking. So when Coach saw, he got upset and made spoke to us. We didn't get to finish what we had stared, but oh well,"

I lean back in my seat and look around the cozy appartement. Charlie was quiet the entire time and I didn't have much else to say to him. I was quiet because I didn't really like him, and it's my father's fault for putting me in this position. It was awkward with the both of us siitting there and having nothing more to stay to the other.