Football singularity

Chapter 322 322 A headache

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[14th/July/2019, Location: Rose Ilse Orlando, 14:30]

Whilst Nike was making plans regarding Rakim, the player in question can be seen sitting in front of the kitchen counter hunched over an assortment of textbooks. Just because he was now a professional player who had won his first trophy at 15 didn't mean he could escape the grasp of high school. Not even the fact that he was one of the hottest prospects on the transfer market could change that, as in his mother's words, 'What's the point in all that if you can't even pass Algebra?'

Safe to say he couldn't argue with logic, especially with how temperamental she had recently been. Quick to snap at the smallest slight especially when fielding some of his transfer calls which would result in him bearing the brunt of her mood swings. It's not like the lad could argue with her as most of her complaints were valid forcing him to remain active despite being on holiday.

[You should just get a GED, and be done with it,] Eva commented from inside his head not seeing why her host was putting himself through all that torture that wouldn't help him in improving his game. Whilst she appreciated maths, especially Trigonometry everything else was just useless dribble to her.

She couldn't be blamed in her thinking though, since if Rakim wasn't attending a private school, his education would be a waste of time. This goes especially for the rest of the country where students were being taught irrelevant things without them ever being updated. Some of it would always be relevant like the history of the country but the endless drivel and glorification of the famous presidents was just unneeded. She understood the idea behind it but still felt annoyed seeing her host working on it when he could be watching game tape instead.

'Y'know if it was up to me I would but how would I face Mum if she doesn't get to watch me walk across that stage.' Rakim replied after finishing writing another sentence in his geography paper that was supposed to be submitted on Monday which is tomorrow. He had gotten an extension given the fact he wasn't in the country but with the school year ending this month, he was completing most of his final exams in the following week.

{Fair point I wouldn't risk upsetting her in her current condition,} She replied in a thoughtful tone confusing Rakim as to what exactly she was getting at.

'Is it her time of the month or something? Now that I think about it makes sense given the extra pressure she is under, I doubt she's even had a chance to check on her gym this month,' Rakim thought to himself his conjecture making perfect sense as he switched to the philosophy paper on something he's had to overcome in his life. For some reason, he had the bright idea to work on the papers simultaneously and luckily it worked perfectly allowing him to refocus on something else when he felt himself losing focus.

Eva seeing this could only sigh and chose to remain silent as she continued to watch him work on his paper. Before she knew it half an hour passed, and he had only written his name on the philosophy paper and finished the rest of his work. This wasn't bad considering he was writing a 1000-word English essay, a Geography paper, a history paper, and a philosophy paper.

4/5 is not a bad ratio considering but to Rakim he felt annoyed whenever he reread the question not knowing what to write about. That's a lie he knew plenty of things to write about as he had overcome plenty of things in his life but he knew that the teacher wanted him to write about the shooting and his struggle to get back on the field. According to Emma, they had received a similar paper as an assignment as the schools seemed to be putting in extra effort in helping the students deal with the trauma.

"(Sigh) I need a break, maybe it'll write itself when I get back," Rakim exclaimed directly getting up from his seat and almost knocking over the glass of water on the table.

"Are you done?" He heard the sweet voice of his sister and upon turning around he watched her walk down the stairs dressed in appear of jeans and a baggy Lion King T-shirt.

"More or less, how you got something in mind?" he responded with a tired smile habitually stretching his body that felt a little tight from all the sitting.

"I'm meeting the rest of the guys at Joe's want to come along." Rakim paused, considering Emma's offer. A break was exactly what he needed, but part of him also wanted to push through the last paper. However, he knew that he wouldn't get much done even if he stayed here any longer but on the other hand, meeting his friends might be a good thing since he hadn't seen them for almost half a year.

"You know what? Yeah, why not," he said with a sigh, rubbing his eyes before standing up fully. "I need to clear my head anyway."

"Good call," Emma replied with a grin. "You've been at that kitchen counter for hours. You're gonna fry your brain if you keep going like that."

Not hesitating Rakim put on his white Titan-Fit hoodie matching the shorts he was already wearing as he pocketed his phone. Emma flashed a smile as she watched Rakim pull the hoodie over his head, the Titan-Fit logo prominently displayed on the chest. "You always have to wear your own merch, huh?" she teased.

"Might as well, from what I hear I am pretty famous these days," Rakim smirked, as he tied a black bandana on his head adjusting the loose strands of his dreadlocks to frame his face. The two of them headed out the door, the warm Orlando sun hitting their faces as they stepped onto the quiet suburban street. Hopping into Emma's white Mercedes E-Class Cabriolet E53 promptly bringing down the roof so they could bask in the gentle evening sun.

"I Still can't believe Dad actually bought you this," Rakim commented from the passenger seat as he admired the interior of the car. Emma kept her vehicle clean as she only bothered to have the surround system improved. Still, that added with the Mercedes neon light made the car look all the more appealing.

"Hmp, you don't know the half of it he would have got me Porshe, but Mum stopped him in the end something about me only needing a stable car until I learn to take some responsibility." Emma retorted in a pout half joking but also slightly upset, even though she never actually wanted an expensive car.

She much like her brother looked at the interior of the car when choosing which ones, they liked, and the brand came afterwards. However, who told her dad to be a gear head knowing almost everything there is to know about cars. The fact he restrained himself to two vehicles with his means was a wonder to the two, but they guessed it had to do with their mother.

"But you're like the most boring person I know after Lexi, come to think about it I've never seen you break the rules." He responded with a thoughtful expression knowing that his big sister was the most responsible teenager in his age group.

Matter of fact she is one of those kids who would remind the teacher about a pop quiz or homework assignment. If not for her good looks and that she treated everyone kindly with respect she would definitely be bullied. Having May with her also helps as that girl is always ready for an argument at any moment. She won't even know what it's about and she would have the other party question life in 10 minutes flat.

"I have," she was about to retort in her defence when Rakim interrupted her. "Helping May out when she gets into trouble doesn't count," Hearing his words she could only bite her tongue with a pout no longer paying attention to him as she abruptly accelerated the car. However, it didn't take her more than five seconds to drop back to below the speed limit, prompting Rakim to try his best to hold his laughter.

Annoyed at his antics she decided to channel her annoyance towards giving him a taste of his own medicine. "So, who is your girlfriend?"

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To Be Continued...