Jake entered his lonely empty house more depressed than he’d been in a hell of a long time. He had no job, no boyfriend, nobody sharing his house with him. Apparently no friends.
He walked into the kitchen, flicked on the light, and looked in the refrigerator for something to eat. It was almost noon now. After he’d resigned as coach, he’d driven around for a while, wondering how he’d gotten to this point. For a few minutes he’d even cursed Damian. If he hadn’t shown up none of this would have happened and he could have gone on with his normal, average life as before.
He pulled out some lunch meat and bread and made himself a sandwich. Yeah, normal, average pointless life. The truth was, Jake hated his life. He’d hated it for a long time, only he had refused to acknowledge it.
His doorbe
