Goofball has meaning to naive, silly, or stupid person. And I guess the nickname say it all.
I, with, all my respect, introduce you guys to my -hopefully- last girlfriend. Emma Woods.
!WARNING!
Don't plagiarism
This story comes from a man's perspect...
When I finally finished training, I'm making my way out of the field before saying goodbye to my teammates.
It's late Friday night, marked one week after I met Emma at the Noah engagement party. I and my friends usually spend our weekends to attend any party, nor just go to the private club to meet the chicks.
But today, I decided to just go back to my penthouse and do my side jobs to sign the papers. I need to get my mind out of her.
As I walked to my car, out of nowhere, people coming and started to surround me and become a crowd after five minutes.
It's a usual situation when there will be a big match coming, I'm trying my best to adapt to these things.
"Can I get your signature in my jersey?"
One of them came to me and give a marker. And the rest of them take a picture with me.
After about fifteen minutes I stand there with my gym bag, finally, I can get into my car.
I slid into the road with a high speed to reach my house as fast as I can. When I was about in the middle of my way, I do U-turn and riding to Theresa's house.
Although I hate her nephew, I can't ignore someone who cares about me. I'm intending to check her condition before I'm getting more hectic.
I parked my car in front of the small garage and made my way to ring her doorbell. I can't hear any footsteps from inside, so maybe she was already sleeping
I sit on the porch and looking at her mini bonsai garden. She really loves to decorate her Pine tree.
It made me feel relaxed every time I go to this house. After she moved to England, she rarely backs to New York. Theresa always told me that she sends money every month, and as long as I can remember, she just visited Theresa once in the past five years.
I was about to go when I heard the front door opened. Is Theresa still awake?
I rushed to the front door and I already regret it when I saw her again.
"What the hell you're doing in here?" I asked furiously. She always success to make me angry every time I saw her.
Her tired face indicates she barely awake because I rang the bell, but I'm too mad to care about her.
"I just arrived this afternoon from Milan when I heard that Teresa was hospitalized," She explained with a calm tone that suddenly made me feel slightly sorry for yelling at her.
"Are you f.cking kidding me? She's fine yesterday when I visited her," I start worried and get into the house, I search anywhere but ended up not see her
"She just too tired of working at the flower shop, the doctor said that she is allowed to go home tomorrow," She revealed carefully
I sighed, calm myself. Emma sits near me and handed me water. "Can I ask you, Tobias?"
I keep silent as griping the water glass. She continued. "Are you still keeping your promise to me even though you hate me?"
I keep silent and think about it. Why I am still coming to Theresa's house even though I already, break up with her?
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"I know it's not my place to say this, but thank you so much for taking care of my auntie, she really grateful has a reliable person beside her,"
Listening to her calming, sweet voice made me want to kiss her immediately. Deep inside. I really want to believe her once again.
To forget all of her faults back then.
To hold her in my arm
To not hate her.
But, I can't.
"I know you hate me. But can you listen to me for once? I'm never sleeping with Daren. That day when you visited me is the chemical competition day. I can't sleep all night to make my outline perfectly, and Daren offering to help me.
—But because of my carelessness, I spilled glycol over Daren's clothes. So, he took off his shirt, then you came,"
Really? All of my negative speculation back then because of the glycol?
Just thinking about it makes me really amused by myself. How can I accuse her to sleep with her best friend, and blamed all kinds on her?
I looked at her face and surprisingly, she stares me in the eye with her tearing eyes.
My soul feels aches right now. I want to say something, but my pride keeps saying that maybe it's just her aim to get me back.
I stand up and made my way out of the house. I can't be there any longer or I'll hug her and God only knows whatever I want to do to her later
