Ventura

Capítulo 14

                                                                                Morgan, Thomas

- Tom, here.

I saw my teammate scream across the field. I looked at him quickly. It was on the goal mark. I threw the ball at the angle and he finished the game by scoring a goal.

- Good game huh? said Jack.

He was a tall redhead with blue eyes and freckles. He was sweaty and had a smile on his lips. We were friends from the garden and became inseparable.

- And then? Have you invited someone to the dance yet?

We were in the locker room and the other players were making the usual noise. Teasing each other.

I shook my head.

- Amanda, you invited me.

He raised his head in disbelief.

- Wow!! Is that you....?

- I accepted, of course. - I smiled in the corner of my mouth.

- Amanda. - he repeated - The girl is the most popular in the school. It represents problems you know. He dated half the city.

- And? I don't intend to marry her. - I shrugged - And I'm going to college next year. Ah! And by the way, Jack, I couldn't get us to stay in the same room. - Me and Jack got a place at the same college which would mean we would have each other's company.

I was also very popular in high school. You know those teen films where the handsome guy was an asshole and always got along? I think it was this guy. Of course, I didn't think I was an asshole, and I believed from the top of my arrogance that London would resemble my little town.

The coach got me a scholarship to study administration and be part of the college team. But that little favor came at a price.

The day after a game the coach asked me to stay a little longer. I had already noticed their looks, and I was no longer naive about humans. I was just wrong about how much he was willing to charge. It started with groping my thighs while he said that I would be a successful player. But the whole situation got out of my control and I found myself in a box in the locker room totally at his mercy. It is evident that I did not tell anyone how great was my shame. But somehow it changed me. I became cynical and skeptical of people.

Since I was very young I was aware of my beauty. And I was not the least bit modest. I took care of the body with daily exercises and developed a certain charm that attracts women.

I was born in a small town in the countryside of England. My mother was an Irish woman with red hair and blue eyes. Despite her frail appearance, she was a firm woman and her word was law at home. She was a primary school teacher and loved her little "imps", as she said. My father was a tall, burly Englishman. He was gallant and courteous to everyone. I still had two older brothers. Dennis was twelve years older than me and Cecile was eight years old when I was born. So when I reached the age of going to college, my brothers were already graduating.

My parents had a hardware store and we lived a quiet and peaceful life. My father was passionate about horses and every weekend he went to a friend's farm to enjoy the horses.

- One day I will have a farm and I will raise many horses. - he said.

My mother laughed and said that if he could, he would bring a horse to our garden. And it was at that time that I promised myself that I would fulfill my dreams and theirs too.

At fourteen I already had a unique beauty. Tall, blond hair, gray eyes, athletic physique, and with these attributes, photo shoot invitations to local stores began to appear. The fee was not very significant, but it gave me an idea of ​​where I could go.

And women. Many. Of all ages. Married or single. I was not selective. I accepted them all. I learned to be an insatiable lover. But I also learned not to attach myself to anyone. It was just fun and learning.

To be honest I fell in love only once. A girl in my class. She was not popular. She was shy and withdrawn. Have brown hair and eyes. But something about her attracted me a lot.

I managed to get close to her and I gradually gained her trust and friendship, and of course my friends thought that friendship was strange. She was definitely not my type.

I finally managed to convince her to go out with me. We went to the cinema and in the middle of the film I couldn't resist the urge to kiss her. To my happiness she responded. So we started a relationship. But my vanity prevailed and at school I made a point of ignoring it. The result could not be otherwise. I hurt your heart and mine. I saw her there sad and disappointed. Six months later and without saying goodbye to me she changed schools. I tried to talk to her, but she was adamant. He didn't want me anymore. Soon after she and her family moved to another city and there is never seen. I think the blow was greater in my pride than in my heart. From that moment on I decided that no woman would have power over me.

The night of the ball came, and with it some situations that I could have avoided. But my immaturity and the belief that I could do everything spoke louder.

Amanda was really beautiful. And I made sure to display it as if it were a prize.

During the party the technician approached me, held out his hand and "wished" me luck. I stood there, paralyzed. How I hated that bastard. My stomach turned and I felt sick. At that moment Jack appeared and invited me to go to the bathroom or a shower. I was relieved that he was taking me out. I already knew we were going to smoke some marijuana. But when we got to the bathroom he put a white powder on the marble counter.

- Look man. This is something that will make you travel to places you never imagined. It's the biggest wave.

He took a card, pulled out a small pile, rolled up a dollar bill, and sucked the powder through one of his nostrils. He handed me the note and pointed out the other pile of dust defiantly. I bent down and imitated his gesture.

The dance came to an end and I was taking Amanda home when I suddenly decided to change my path. She didn't look worried. She sat there, letting herself go. The place was a kind of lookout where young couples went to date. Amanda didn't make a fuss and we had sex. Until then, everything would be normal if the bastard wasn't a virgin. Of course I used a condom, I was no fool, but after that night Amanda thought I should have a relationship with her and I totally disagreed with that idea.

After much insistence and persecution on her part, I ended up making it very clear that we would not have any more serious involvement and that my priority at the moment was the college and the football team.

- Ufa!!! Subject resolved. - I thought.

Two days after dismissing Amanda, I got a call from Jack.

- Did you hear about Amanda? he asked.

- No. What happened?

- She tried to kill herself. He found some pills from his mother and took them all. She is hospitalized and is already out of danger.

- Did she say why she did it?

- As far as I know, she didn't mean anything. Do you have anything to do with it? - Jack was no fool.

- No. I can't imagine why.

I felt neither remorse nor guilt. My only wish was to get out of that suffocating little town.

Yeah, I really was an asshole.