His Daddy Alpha [MXM]

Unlucky Day

Chapter 2 - Jordan    

"f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k! I'm going to kill Maria the next time I see her." Rushing through my apartment, I tried to get ready as quickly as possible amid the boxes of clothes that were still around my room. "OUCH! Damn It! I have to fix this when I get back!"

Picking up my bag and keys, I said for the thousandth time, a thing that I knew wasn't true. My room was the only place in the whole apartment that I hadn't unpacked any of the boxes yet since the day I moved here.  

... Liking it or not, undoing them meant that everything that I was living right now was real, and even though I didn't want to say that... I wanted to believe for a little longer that it was just a bad dream...

"Good morning, Mr.Seiler." On my way to the classroom, I was stopped by the voice of an old lady, who worked in the school too.

"Go-good morning, Mrs.Sanders." The old white-haired lady had been my algebra teacher in high school, and she was the one who recommended this job to me when we met in my hometown when she was visiting her granddaughter.

"Don't you think it's too early for you to be running down the halls? That will be a bad example for the students." In the same authoritative voice that she always used in her classes, she spoke while correcting me.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Sanders, I promise It will not happens again." Rushing with my words, I soon excused myself as a frightened student before heading to my class, being careful not to run while I was yet in her eyesight...

... Everything in that morning indicated that today wasn't my day, but it was only when the afternoon arrived that I was sure about it...

Getting dirty with paint by mistake was something that always happened in my classes, and it was one of the main reasons why I always had a few extra shirts in my bag.

However, that was the first time that I had just brought one with me, and after changing at lunch, I hoped it would stay as much as clean as possible until my last class.

... But apparently, that was a lot to ask on that day...

I was going outside to have sometime alone before my next class when, unfortunately, I ended up bumping into the coach of the football team unintentionally.

The coffee cup he had in his hand fell, spilling the liquid all over me, staining my light blue dress shirt.

"DAMN! Sorry, Seiler!" Soon apologizing, the man who was supposed to be at least five years older than me, took the first sheets of paper he saw in front of him to try to dry my clothes before dragging me to the infirmary, worried that I may get burned. "Man, I really sorry. I was wondering which players I should be using in the homecoming game that I didn't notice where I was going."

"It's ok, Hillman. I was also distracted, so you can say it was my fault too." I tried to comfort him, leaving the bathroom after putting on a sweatshirt that he had lent me, and that despite he had said to me to be clean, after smelling it, I wasn't sure if it was true or not. "By the way, thanks again for the sweatshirt. I'll make sure to bring It back clear tomorrow for you."

"It's ok, don't worry about that. It's not like this is the only one I have." And I didn't doubt it at all since this was the only type of clothing I had seen him wearing since I met him. "So you really don't have to worry about this, and again, I'm sorry about your shirt. Are you sure you don't want me to clean it for you? Maybe buy a new one if the stain doesn't come out?"

"As I said, that was also my fault, so don't worry." Besides, I wasn't sure if I could trust Hillman's cleaning skills based on the sweatshirt he lent me, and I wouldn't make the poor guy buy me a new shirt just because of a coffee stain.

... After that, I expected the rest of the day to go smoothly, but that wasn't exactly what happened...

Unexpectedly, wearing the football coach's sweatshirt made new rumors about me appear in the school.

Some suspected about the type of relationship that we had since apparently, the simple act of lending an outfit to someone else had other meanings in the minds of teenagers.

But the rumors that made me want to laugh the most were the ones that said I was the new coach of the team, making some of the players that were part of my class ask me about it before leaving, and I didn't know how they could have believed on that.

I mean... Me? As a football coach? I was a disaster on the land, so how the heck I would train them? Besides, the only thing that I could do with a bunch of kids in a field was to ask them to draw the landscape.  

... Well... 

But in the end, it was just another day of work surrounded by so many people...

No other surprises appeared on my day until the end of classes, and everything seemed to be getting better as I was already in my car when it started to rain.

Gray and dark clouds stole the place of the blue sky from this morning while the sound of thunders could be heard not so far from there.

I was just three or four blocks away from home when I stopped at a red light, and my old car died, the engine didn't want to start no matter how many times I tried.

Getting wet in the rain, I pushed the car over to the side after seeing that my phone battery was also out for my luck, so I decided to call the tow truck in the following morning before going to work.

... And as I seemed to be doing all day since I woke up that morning, I ran home, trying to lessen the effect of the rain on me, even if I was already all wet...

I was just a few feet away, missing less than five minutes before I reached the building I lived in when I heard a strange noise as I passed through an alley.

Normally, it would be something that I would ignore since that had nothing to do with me, but something in the back of my mind wouldn't let me do it in that afternoon, especially after the rain stopped, and the noise sounded even louder to me, almost as it was calling for me.

... He looked like a child's crying, and at that point, I was starting to think I was going crazy until I heard the sound of a can falling against the ground...

Turning around, I noticed something in between the trash cans, and as I approached, I saw a small puppy shivering in the cold, completely drenched like me.

"Gosh! Hey, little guy. What are you doing here?" Carefully, I said, approaching before I pick the puppy in my arms, putting the shirt that had a few stains of paint around his body.

Pulling some things around, I made a temporary house for him with the stained shirt on the floor before I put him down. He quickly started to smell the coffee while I dried him a little longer, looking one last time at his little blue eyes after getting up, I hoped someone could find him soon as I turned around to leave.