asshole, you just won’t be held accountable for it.”
“ I’m not anyway.”
“ Not out here in the middle of nowhere with seagulls and waves for company.”
She gives me that look again and I can feel a whole forgotten world of memories of our time back at LSU come flooding back to me.
“ Come on I’ll show you to your room.”
Three.
Lucy
Talk about an identity crisis, or personality complex, or whatever you want to call it. Talk about throwing your toys out of the pram when things don’t go your way. What an asshole, I mean, seriously. I’m Alex Vann Haden, I’m the most famous quarterback in the world and I don’t like being in the public eye because people say nasty things about me. Boo hoo. Me me me me me. If he wasn’t such an asshole, if he didn’t threaten press, get into fights at nightclubs, disrespect his manager, get banned for violent conduct, and bed hop quite as much as he does, there wouldn’t even be a problem. Now he’s realized that taking himself out of the public eye makes him lonely, he wants to give up the sport entirely. I mean, come on. Grow the fuck up. If you want to be a football player, your whole life is going to be scrutinized. You can’t think you’re the whole team, even if you are, you can’t act like you’re untouchable, because no player is like that.
Twenty-seven years old and he still wants to go out and party, fuck as many women as possible, be rude and arrogant and immature and have the whole world love him for it. Alright, not for the last five years. Not since he basically told them all to fuck off because they were saying nasty things about him. I can’t say he doesn’t deserve it. If he’s lonely, it’s his own fucking fault. And now he wants me to convince the world he’s not an asshole, that he wants me to write some kind of super article about the real Alex Van Haden so he can be resurrected like Lazarus and come back to claim his title as the golden child of football.
And then drink and screw his way to retirement, with every single press reporter writing glowing reviews about just how brilliant he is, based solely on my shitty magazine’s article. Either he really has changed and he’s keen on a comeback or too much time alone has made him deluded. It’s going to take a hell of a lot of convincing to make the world think that he’s changed his ways.
This is the player that was banned for eight weeks for trying to get into the white house. He was almost shot for that and lucky that he wasn’t. This is the player who has had not one but two pregnancy claims by former high-profile female celebrities both of which ended in expensive payouts and press coverups.
This is the man that’s nicknamed The Rhino, not just for his physique, but mostly because of his gigantic horn, that is constantly hard and constantly erect and which he seems to lead with into most of his often very short relationships.
No-one else in the history of football has had such a bad reputation. Not even his home fans can stand him, despite the fact he’s led their team to three Superbowl wins. He was only given MVP because there was no one else even close for the four years he won it.
There is no doubting he is the best player playing currently in the football league but even more clear than that is the fact that Alex Vann Haden is arrogant, dislikeable and always constantly in trouble. And that’s saying something for a man who is never seen in public apart from when he’s on the football field.
This is the man that wants me to write the truth about him. This is the man that ignored me in college, that has shunned journalists for years and has now invited me to his private residence. And beyond all of that, and despite who he is and what he has done, this is the man that makes my insides go all gooey and my brain and other delicate parts of my body all fizzy.
Typical isn’t it? I seem to have a tendency to go for bad boys and terrible men. He’s slept