Day 3 continued

A few thoughts are running around in my head, none of them good about Will.

Why is it that there is sometimes a feeling that a star football player at the college level, has something about him that might be suspect?

Perhaps it’s just his age, and we know that in some cases when stardom hits at an early age, it can affect them in unexpected ways.

Of course, in a male, there is possible gender bias, perhaps in a home environment where there is an alpha male who may unintentionally pass on those beliefs, in words and in actions.

Or that leadership, drive, and continual reinforcement that he is the team, not the playing collective, can also alter the mind.

Or that he is simply a bad seed, and those traits are ignored in the pursuit of the ‘prize’.  History has shown that we have a tendency to ignore the obvious for the sake of something else.

Or have we simply ignored the most rational description, that Will is the lovable cuddly bear type, and all we’re doing is pandering to Jeremy’s jealous thoughts.

Don’t we all tend to think badly of a rival simply to make ourselves feel better?

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Let’s go in one direction and see where it takes us.

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Will dragged his chair closer to Sally, put his arm around her shoulder and dragged her close to him.

“How’s my girl?”

He looked at her with lust in his eyes, or what she thought was lust.  She was not exactly an expert in that field, but that night three weeks ago, in the back of his car, it was go-to-whoa in three minutes.  He had that same look now.

Her first time though, after the prom, with Freddie was a long slow burn followed by a gentle experience that almost left her floating on a cloud, an experience that had lingered for days, weeks afterward.

Until she discovered Freddie had left town, never to return.  And more devastating, Freddie had seduced her in a bet.

“I am not your girl.  You do not own me.”

It was spoken in anger, surprising herself more than Will, who let her go as if she had struck him.

“Whoa.  It was only an expression.  Did I do something wrong?  I thought we were good.”

She sucked in several deep breaths and tried to calm herself.  Had just a small part of her screaming match with Jeremy registered?

“We are.  I’m just feeling stressed.  Sorry.”  She put her arms around him and snuggled closer.

Will could see Jenny looking in Jeremy’s direction and remembered being told about their argument.  He had heard they’d been combatants since grade school and that he was always annoying her.

“You want me to sort Jeremy out, once and for all?”

A shudder went through her, a distant memory of someone else saying the same thing to her, that had tragic consequences.

It was reinforced by a rumour that Will and some of the football team had bullied wannabe players and some of the cheerleaders, a rumour no one would substantiate, but she knew two of the girls and they chose to leave and go to school elsewhere.

“No.”

“You secretly like him?”  Will tried to make it an off-hand question but his tone and demeanor meant something else entirely.

Just that look scared her.

“No.  He’s an old friend that doesn’t understand the friend zone.  He will though, but that’s my battle, not yours.”

“I can make it mine.  if it’s making you unhappy.”

“I can fight my own battles, Will.  I’m not a helpless female.”

The grunt he made was enough to make her believe otherwise.  Being his girl meant being his possession and woe betied anyone who messed with his property.

“As you wish,” he said.

“Now let’s talk about something else.”

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Of course, there are just as many controlling women as there are men, and sometimes they are hard to pick. 

And there are just as many of each who use a wrong turn of phrase, leading to misinterpretation and assumptions.

Have we one here? 

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©  Charles Heath  2025