From The Perspective Of A Player

1- I guess I'm still a nerd after all

He stood on the porch watching the drama unfold. He felt nothing, he was numb. He didn't feel, he forgot how to.

"He impregnated me," The first girl said standing her ground with tears in her eyes, "he told me we'll run away together, he said if we get caught or were not allowed to get married, we'll be the 21st-century version of Romeo and Juliet." She continued, he knew she was lying, he never said more than two sentences to any of the girls he slept with.  The first sentence was always, "are you sure you want to do this." It was all about consent.

"He said we'll go round the world together." Another girl said, immediately she said this multiple girls started talking.

"He said-"
"He said- "
"Said- said- said- said-"

Everything around him was spinning, he rested on the wall close to him to keep his sanity. He glanced at his mother, she was pale, mortified was the right word with a hint of disappointment. He glanced at his father, his own father was on his knees begging the girls and their families to calm down. He wanted to say he didn't know them, he wanted to deny them but then the hard truth hit him.
No one would ever believe a guy who had sex with other girls for fun and dares.

The voices were getting louder, he was trying to keep him self calm,  they were screaming at him, telling him to-

"Wake up, Dre! I'm really not in the mood for games this morning, my teacher said--"

As he kept his hands over his fourteen years old sister mouth, he realized it was a dream, the same dream that taunted him for about a month now, a dream that was bound to come true soon.
He tried to stop, believe him, it was hard, hard to stop, it was too much of an addiction to stop.

According to Freud, your dreams repressed wishes to you. Perhaps that was why this dream was persistent, like a haunting memory telling him karma was about to catch up with him. Telling to let go of this costume he was wearing to hide his pain. 

As much as he wanted to, it was like the costume was glued to his body or possibly his soul. What scared him was the thought of shedding it off his skin, he was too afraid of the excruciating pain that comes after the costume is gone. 

"I'm up." He said as he smiled at his sister, her dark brown hair matched his along with her hazel eyes, one would think they were twins if Andre wasn't so hefty.

"Good cause my teacher said that too much sleep causes laziness and weakness."

"Hmmm..." His full brows were raised as his fingers brushed through his hairy scalp before he got up from his bed and headed towards the door.

"True, I don't want you to be weak, I need you to beat Nick sometimes." She followed his motion, he had the door wide open for her using a finger to point her out.

His face turned a little bit hard as he asked, "who's Nick?"

"Oops, I've said too much," she said as she kept her right hand over her mouth as she walked out of his room.

"Wait, you never say things accidentally, Sophie! Soph!"

"That's my name, get dressed!" She yelled back with a smile dancing on her face.

He slammed the door, his eyes automatically found the mirror. He recognized the face but not the person, he was not the same person from two years ago the body had gone through stages in the past two years, first crush, first relationship, first love, first heartbreak and finally first stage as a player.