Treat Me Like Somebody

Pledges| VII

Karson:

Turning off the water I stepped out of the shower. Steam all over the mirror. Hot showers in the morning always made me feel good. Grabbing my blue towel I wrapped it around my waist and tucked it in so it wouldn't fall.

This morning I have two classes. Business and Statistics. It's difficult keeping up with the two but I work hard and right now I'm at a 'B plus. If sports didn't work out I wanted something to fall back on. I could've got drafted into the NFL after high school but my education comes first. A lot of these football players get injured and have nothing to fall back on because they didn't go to college. If I'm going to play football then I'm going educated.

Opening one of my drawers I unfolded one of my Ralph Loren blue polo shirts and pulled it over my head. Grabbing my camouflage khakis I was torn between wearing my black or grey Jordan True Flights.

Choosing the grey ones I sprayed myself with some Axe. I always got to smell and look fresh.

Brushing my hair a couple times maintaining my waves I grabbed my coach bag for swim practice after class. Football season didn't start yet but I can't wait until the basketball season over.

My iPhone rang in my pocket and when I retrieved it I saw that my Dad is calling. I really didn't feel like hearing a lecture so early in the morning but I ended up answering.

"Yeah?"

"Is that how you answer the phone to everyone?" He started and I rubbed my temples.

"I was on my way to class when you called."

Dad cleared his throat and I heard the sound of his car unlocking. He must be going to work. "Ah but that's still not an excuse for lack of politeness. Anyway, I was calling because your mother has been worried about you. We would've thought you would've came to visit after your birthday. It's not everyday that our son turns twenty one."

Visiting my parents was nowhere near in my schedule. I had enough with their judgement and pressuring ways. I always felt that I had something to prove to my father. It's like nothing I did was right in his eyes. He's even the coach at Edison high. When I was there I had it ten times rough than the other football players. When I didn't go to the NFL he was beyond pissed. I would've thought he would've been happy I wanted a good education. Especially at a college in Florida. I had got many college letters from different states.

"I've been really busy lately I don't think I can make until Thanksgiving."

Dad chuckled softly before his tone changed to stern. "Your credit card transactions says otherwise. I didn't know my son was an alcoholic. All of those champagne bottles spent at the clubs. DJs and party favors."

I groaned. I don't know why he gets like this. Does he expect for me to sit in my dorm all day and study?

"I'm just having some fun."

"Fun isn't what I'm paying for. You rejected the NFL for this? To party and fool around with girls? You need to keep a clear head son or you'll never make it in this world. I worked my ass off for the things that I have."

I really didn't want to argue with him over this. He needs to realize that he can't live my life. I have dreams and goals too.

He continued to lecture me, "See. You got lucky three years ago when you dodged that bullet with that girl. What was her name again? Mercedes?"

The way he said 'that girl' angered me. He said it like she was just some bug on his shoulder that he could just flick off.

"Her name is Mercy." I said dryly.