I woke with a start to the sound of a key turning in the lock, then the deadbolt turning. Jeff was back. The knob turned, but he couldn't open the door because of the small latch-hook on the inside of the door. And there was the matter of the couch blocking the door as well.
He started banging on the door, "Thomas? Ray? Open up! It's me."
I relocked the two locks and didn't answer.
"What the fuck? Open the goddamned door!" He banged louder. "Thomas! Ray! Open the motherfuckin' door!" He unlocked the door again and I saw the knob twist. Then he started banging on the door. "Open up!"
"Forget it, Jeff. You didn't pay, you can't stay here anymore," I yelled through the door.
"Ray! You better open this fucking door right now or I'm gonna kick your ass!"
I felt surprisingly calm as I locked the door again. I did feel irritated that he was keeping me awake when I had a game in the morning, but I wasn't all that worried that he would get in. But then he started kicking again.
"Ray! Open the door! Now!" he yelled.
I didn't answer and turned on the light. I made up my mind that if he came through that door I was going to kick his scrawny drug-addict ass. I was sick of his shit and there was no way he was going to stay here ever again. Anger started to well up in me as I wondered why I ever let him intimidate me in the first place. Just because he was loud and crazy didn't make him tough. Hell, I started to hope he would bust through that door and I hoped he tired himself out in the process. I stood there with my fists clenched, staring at the door as he continued to kick and kick, yelling at me to open up. I could see one of the screws on the latch was protruding and the wood trim on the door was starting to split. It seemed like time was passing really slowly and I wondered why he had not busted through yet. My senses were heightened and I was imagining the feeling of my fist connecting with his face, what that would feel like. I felt myself swelling with anger, a feeling I had been ignoring for a long time and now Jeff was about to give me my opportunity to put it to good use. Fear had completely left me and I felt like a wild animal ready to pounce the second he came through that door. Jeff kept yelling and hammering his foot against the door, ranting about kicking my ass, and I was ready to get on with it. I was getting so impatient I was about to open the door just so I could shut him up once and for all, but then it got suddenly quiet. I heard some mumbling and then a loud rap on my door followed by "NYPD! Open up."
It didn't sound like Jeff, but I wasn't certain so I moved the couch and unhooked the latch. As I opened the door a crack I saw a badge. The cop asked me if I lived there, what my name was, and then asked me to hand over my ID. I didn't see Jeff, but the cop told me his partner was questioning my friend and he wanted my version of what was going on.
I told him Jeff used to stay there but he had not paid his rent and I wasn't going to let him stay anymore. He asked whose name was on the rental agreement and I told him me and Carlos. He asked if I had ever been arrested and I answered truthfully, "No." He took my ID and excused himself for a minute while he stepped outside.
I sat down on the couch and waited but it was way longer than a minute. I wasn't worried about what would happen to me, but I wanted Jeff gone. After about fifteen minutes the cop returned and gave me my ID back. "Okay, Raymond, you checked out fine, but your friend won't be back anytime soon." He ran his hand over the wood trim and I asked about Jeff, "Did you arrest him for trying to break in?"
The cop laughed and said, "No, he didn't actually get in, did he? All he did tonight was disturb the peace. A few of your neighbors called it in, but he had warrants and some prescription drugs on his person that don't belong to him. They belong to a woman who got mugged yesterday. He was too stupid to ditch the bottle."
"Whoa, really? I knew he was a creep, but that's pretty bad."
The cop laughed and said, "Yeah, really bad for him. He's a creep alright. Tried to tell us he bought the pills off someone else, but he matches the description, and there were witnesses." He pulled out a card with his name and number and said goodnight as he headed out the door.
I put the couch back in front of the door out of habit and flopped down. I turned the light out and tried to sleep but found that I couldn't. There was too much adrenaline flowing through me from getting ready for the fight that never happened. Plus, I was hungry as hell, so I ate the rest of my cereal, drank all my milk, and thought about Jeff getting booked in jail.
I read until the sun came up and felt really amped up about my game and the anticipation of seeing Alicia afterwards. Louisa gave me my clean soccer shirt and shorts and also my clean t-shirts so I could put one on after the game. I asked Louisa if she had a grocery bag so I could carry my spare shirt in it and she said, "You can't walk around with a grocery sack full of clothes! You wanna look like a bag lady?"
"No, ma'am, I sure don't," I laughed, happy that I actually cared.
"Hold on a minute." Louisa closed the door and returned a minute later and handed me a black backpack. "Use this. Give it back when you're done."
"Wow, really? Thanks, Louisa. I don't even have to wear my jacket now, I can keep my stuff in here."
"You look stupid in that jacket when it's so hot outside."
I laughed and thanked her again. She was right, after all.
"Play hard, Ray."
I walked to the park, stopping for coffee on the way, and also got a bagel. I'd need some energy to play soccer and bagels cost more than donuts, but they seem to last longer. Arriving at the great lawn I saw Marcus and the other guys warming up. Marcus's wife was there with their two kids and she told me she had a Gatorade for me. Marcus patted my back and asked about Carlos. I admitted, "I need to call him."
I didn't expect to see Alicia for a while. She sent me a text saying she would be there around 11:00 and I texted her back saying, "Just look for the Hispanic guy in a soccer uniform," which was a joke because there would be about a hundred guys in the park fitting that description. Alicia texted back "I'll be the cute blonde in black sunglasses," which I thought was pretty sassy of her.
I got into the game and didn't start looking for her until the second half. Eventually I saw that cute blonde in sunglasses. She wasn't kidding. I had never seen her in casual clothes and she looked so young and incredibly cute I felt like tackling her, but I just waved and she waved back. She was wearing jean shorts that were truly short with a sleeveless yellow top and flat sandals. Her hair was up in a tossled, more casual way and she had big black sunglasses on. I shot a few glances her way, but mostly stayed focused on the game.
I am sure I turned it up a notch knowing Alicia was watching me and dug deep in my reservoir to go after the ball -- or maybe it was a rush of testosterone -- but I had a good game. I got to tackle twice and even showed off with a scissor move. We ended up losing 3-2, but I was about as happy as could be. Alicia was talking to Marcus's wife when I walked up and I didn't want to hug her because I was too sweaty but she hugged me anyway and I didn't stop her.
"That was so awesome! You're really good, Ray! Gloria was just telling me about how you and your friend Carlos totally improved the team!"
I felt a combination of pride and embarrassment as she said that. I was ashamed of myself that I didn't know Marcus's wife's name before that moment and here she was bragging about me to Alicia. "Oh yeah, we were the youngest on the team. We had a lot of energy back then."
"You still do! It was so cool to watch how fast you are." Alicia was smiling, I was smiling, even Gloria was smiling, and it was a little bit too much for me until Marcus came along and smacked me on the back and called me a show-off. Gloria handed me a bottle of Gatorade and I thanked her and sat down on the grass next to my backpack to drink and stop sweating.