I shrugged and sighed,
�It�s been going. I slapped him on thigh, �So, good game tonight.� He looks at her with a strange look on his face and I began to wonder if I said the wrong thing. Did they lose? Did they lose because he messed up? �What? Why are you looking at me like that?� He smiled and shook his head,
�You know absolutely nothing about baseball. I bet you don�t even know the final score.� I was caught. Trying to pretend someone else�s interests fascinate me is something I�ve never been good at, which is why I don�t do it often. It always better talking about what you know and like and I favor me which is why I am my favorite topic,
�Ok, so I don�t but I know you looked nice in your little pants.� He rolled his eyes affectionately,
�That�s the Brehan I know.� The Brehan he knows is not the Brehan I am at all. I wonder, if he knew the real me if he would even associate with me. I can count on one hand the amount of times he and I have hung out together. Each one of those times I have, for whatever reason, been on my best behavior. He is the choir boy of all choir boys. I mean, this city is his and the most he does to take advantage of it is date a few celebrities, get into clubs and restaurants and court side seats to the Knicks games. He could milk this city for everything it�s worth and he doesn�t. That�s not me, I would grab this city by the balls and squeeze. The Brehan he knows is nothing more than a model who always looks nice and likes to hang out with friends. That�s it, that�s all he knows about me. We slept together and he didn�t even see the real me in bed. There was nothing wild about it, I wasn�t even aggressive.
We were in mid conversation about my gaining popularity and success when we were interrupted,
�Jeter, come here man.� We both looked up to see some muscle bound gut waving him over,
�I�ll be back.� I looked around the room and just knew I didn�t want to be here anymore. I had things to do and it was after three in the morning. One long night was already going to show tomorrow in the photo shoot, I didn�t need two long nights. On my way out of the room Derek blocked my exit,
�You�re leaving?� I nodded and on cue stifled a yawn,
�Be good.� I smiled and shrugged,
�Aren�t I always?� He kissed me on the cheek and stepped aside. He always said that to me. Always told me to be good as if he knew I wasn�t.
I sat in the limo. I knew there was no chance we were going to have sex. I know he wasn�t going to invite me back to his place or invite himself to mine. That�s why he�s so safe. Tonight, I just wanted to be around someone who would be nice to me. Not because they were paid to, because they wanted to kiss my ass or because they were the �yes� type. I knew he would because he was one of the few people who were sincere with his good nature. The only other man in my life who is genuinely nice to me for no reason is Nick but there is one thing that Nick is that Derek isn�t and that�s judgmental. Being myself, being Brehan isn�t good enough for Nick. Although Derek does have a slight advantage, he isn�t privy to some of the state of affairs in my life. Maybe if he were, he wouldn�t be so nice and tolerant.
Chapter 100
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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