Life at Your Feet (Sequel to The Player)

Wait for me

*With Robert*

“Guys…” Robert took a deep breath, the smell of weed already infiltrating his nostrils. His heart beat started increasing, he just wanted to go away from there. It was not like he wanted it. He did not have a bit of desire for weed for a long time. He was clean for a long time. The whole situation just made him remind of the past.

“Yeah? That one seems great” Mikel smiled, pointing at another coffee shop

“You carry on, I’m going back”

“What? Come on!” Mikel said “You even stayed outside on the last coffee shop, don’t you want to try?”

“No, seriously. Go on. I’m going back to the hotel”

Robert started walking back

“Hey, are you ok man?”

“Yes!” Robert snapped “Can I go or not?”

Their eyes widened “Y-yeah man…”

Robert quickly made his way back to the hotel. Once he arrived there, he walked to the elevator, finding himself stuck in it with the receptionist “Hello, Robert” she smiled widely

Robert nodded at her, but said anything. He wanted to take a rest. He felt too nervous.

He basically ran out the elevator when the doors opened, bumping against the coach

“Hey! You ok?” he asked

“Yes.” He coldly said, turning around to go to his room.

He picked his phone up, wanting to call Jessica.

No answer.

He left some messages to her.

No reply.

God, is she really mad at me?

He lied on the bed, silently, wanting to close his eyes, wanting to feel better.

Damn, why did it bother him so much?

If they find out he was a druggie, what will they do?

*With Mourinho*

The coach was making his way down the elevator, suddenly worried about Robert. He really did not seem good.

“Hey coach! Have you seen Robert?” he turned, after the elevator’s door opened, to see David and Mikel

“Yeah, upstairs. What did you do to the boy? He seemed pretty disturbed.”

“I don’t know. He was weird. We were just walking around, visiting coffee shops and he wanted to leave”

“Coffee shops?”

“Yeah, we can try some pots there. It is always fun to try, right?”

Mourinho glanced at them, worried “Well, you can do as you wish, since that does not harm your job”

“Of course not, coach”

Mourinho left them, finding weird the fact that Robert seemed so bothered with those coffee shops. Did weed bother him? Why?

*With Jessica*

She had watched for the entire night as Robert kept trying to call her. She decided not to answer. She did not know what she felt, exactly. She was kind of mad, because of his actions. But she was mainly sad and depressed. She just wanted to close her eyes and never wake up. She missed him there with her, his body close to hers, his amazing scent, his wonderful kisses and tender touch. Everything. Yet, she also felt like beating the hell out of him.