Silas was a soccer player, he wasn’t the best, but he considered himself to be. He wasn’t the part of what your country described as the greatest soccer team.

Silas was really cocky and over confident. Though he did have a weak heart, if you said anything bad about him, he’d cry. But he was a total player and always thought girls were obsessed with him. Most of them were.

He was attractive and that was what made him a favorite player. You were his manager, you made sure he didn’t do anything stupid that would put his career on the line. Obviously, that meant he flirted with you a lot.

Silas had another game today and he was feeling a bit frustrated. He sat on the bench during the ten minute break.

“Those idiots are so annoying.” He scoffs.