KNOX 〆

8 • Feel Things

A/N 30'04'20: I'm booored so here ya go. If you enjoyed, how about a vote? Your feedback is always awaited 💖

Q: What are you mad/confused about today?

Me: Why am I so scared of bugs smh

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Two weeks later

Knox

Stress wasn't something I was used to.

Everything was served to me on a silver platter. Girls with no strings attached. Soccer. Party. Fail half of my class and get scolded for it. Do what I wanted to do, deal with the consequences later.

Mostly there weren't consequences. Which was one of the perks of having rich ass parents.

There was no room for stress. I was a simple guy.

The face of my teammates yelling at me to pass the ball invaded my vision that was blurry from exhaustion. On any other day, I'd know who I should pass to with a glance. I was Captain for a reason.

But for the last two weeks, I had no clue.

"Trevor!"

I heard a surprised yelp behind me. "Yes, sire?" Dawson, who was our goalie, answered shakily.

Coach Adams furrowed his eyebrows at him. "Not you, Freddie. Your cousin."

Dawson visibly sighed. I clenched my jaw as Coach approached me, using the back of my hand to wipe the sweat lacing my forehead.

"What's up with you lately?" he asked.

"Nothing, coach. Just tired."

"Tired? A real soccer player doesn't do 'just tired'. You losing your interest? You can tell me if there's something bothering you, son."

I shook my head.

"Alright. But you're benching until you gather your shit together. Rest a while. We're facing the Sissys soon, and I don't want a lazy ass captain on my field. Got it?" Couch screamed.

Dawson jogged away like Couch's wrath would land on him too if he stood close to me. He patted me on the shoulder. "It was a pleasure to meet you, man, you're the best captain I've ever had. Oh and I'm sorry I ate your waffles this morning. Love you, bye."

I flipped him off as he smirked and blew me a kiss. I headed to the locker room, taking a quick shower.

I was thinking about her. It was a whole two weeks since the glitters were stuck in my hair. Dawson had called me Sir Glitter Sparkles the whole week.

But I still felt like a major stuckup asshole and it wasn't really a good feeling to dwell on.

But the more I tried rubbing her face off my mind, the more it stained.

What was wrong with me?

Maybe it was guilt. Fuck, I didn't even know what guilt felt like. Did guilt feel like losing someone I wanted to spend a hell more time with? Like she would've made my days a shade brighter with only her laugh?

I wanted laugh with her again. I shouldn't be feeling that way. I shouldn't be missing a stranger.

She left me on read, sucked herself out of my life and it was time to move the fuck on.

I stopped at a drive-thru and got River and I some food as a Friday ritual. I pulled up at the driveway my house and hopped out an hour later.

When I got in, I wasn't surprised to find Dawson in the kitchen, leaning over too close to some girl.