LOGINSean's POVI sat with the car's window down and watched him come up the road, and the picture he was making was genuinely something. The bicycle with the flat tyre dragging along on one side, the carton balanced on the rack and visibly unhappy about its situation, the balloon ribbon twisted around his wrist doing its own thing against the morning air. He was moving with that specific Trevor energy … head forward, pace steady, and committed to the idea that he had this under control even when the evidence was actively disagreeing with him.I leaned my elbow against the door frame and waited for a while."Yeah, well." He finally replied when he got close enough, the words coming out between the effort of keeping everything from falling. "Some of us care more about the planet than flexing in a shiny car."He got the sentence out, which I gave him credit for, because the carton had been sliding for the last 20 seconds and the battle he was losing with it was getting worse in real time. Th
Trevor's POVThe morning had started badly and was getting worse by the minute.I was riding my bicycle down the road toward school, which under normal circumstances was a straightforward ten-minute trip. But honestly speaking, these were not normal circumstances. I had a large carton balanced across the back of the bike which were lock-in supplies and balloons tied to the handle with a ribbon. The carton itself was too full to close properly so the top kept shifting every time I hit a bump. I was already running behind time and all of that. The lock-in was tonight and I had promised Nadine I would get these supplies dropped off before first class, which was a promise that was becoming harder to keep with every passing minute.I was also still carrying the weight of the equipment store conversation from the previous day, which I had been unsuccessfully trying to put somewhere manageable since I walked out of there. The way Sean had looked at me when I said ‘none of that was fake.’ And
Sean's POV"You are good at fishing for compliments." He said it with a smirk sitting on his face, looking at me like I had just confirmed something he already knew.I smiled at that in the realest manner I have ever seen. "Maybe I should give you a reminder." I said it quietly and then started moving toward him in the position we were both lying in, closing the distance slowly, the floor between us getting smaller.I got to within about half an inch of his lips.His left hand came up and he pressed his second finger flat against my mouth, stopping me right there. He held it for a second and then said it clearly and directly. "If you are going to kiss me again, don't apologize."I understood exactly what he meant. No redirecting it afterward. And no pretending it had been something else. If I was going to do it, I was going to own it.I pulled his finger away
Sean's POV"See?" I told him, locking eyes with him. "You are natural." My hands were at his waist and I registered them there about two seconds after the fact. I pulled them back and reset myself."Come on." I said, stepping backward and putting some working distance between us. "I will show you how to run some plays so you actually understand what is happening while you are prancing around in your booty shorts…" I demonstrated with a small exaggerated shake of my hips, although keeping it light... "pumping your balls."I grabbed one of the footballs off the nearby shelf and started moving it between both palms… right to left, left to right, keeping the rhythm tight and controlled. It was the kind of handling that had become automatic after years of it. You know, just the way musicians tapped rhythms without thinking. The ball stayed in motion, never dropping, the movement was smooth and continuous while I thought through where to start.Then I threw it across to him without warning.
Trevor's POVThe silence stretched for longer than a silence should. I stood there and watched his face and waited, and the fact that he was taking this long to answer a question that should have had an immediate answer was already telling me something I didn't particularly want to hear.Then he replied. "It doesn't matter." He said it with that particular heaviness of someone who had arrived at a conclusion they didn't like. "Because I am the quarterback. And this town does suck."I looked at him directly. "So this is just you wanting what you can't have.""No!" He snapped, his hand going back through his hair, the movement was all sharp and frustrated this time rather than the thoughtful version. "Goddamnit, Trevor! You don't…"The whistle cut through the wall of the store, sharp and long, and he stopped mid-sentence. Both of us went still for a second. Then the sound of
Trevor's POVI was in the football team store, sitting on the bench with a pump in my hand, pushing air into one of the balls that had gone soft. I was in my waterboy uniform, obviously…White shorts, crop top, WATERBOY across the back. At this point I had stopped registering the embarrassment of it the way I had in the beginning. It had become just the thing I wore to do the thing I was here to do.What I had not stopped registering was everything else…I kept pumping and let the thoughts run because there was nothing else to do while I sat here alone in a store full of football equipment at practice time. Sean had shut me down in that corridor in front of Anna like I was exactly what the waterboy label said I was. Which was someone beneath the conversation, someone to be dismissed publicly while something private existed separately and quietly…and on his terms only. And then he had walked away with
Trevor's POV"Sean." I said it with a straight face the moment I reached him, cutting through whatever Anna had been building between them. "Can we talk?" I added it cleanly, even while her left hand was still sitting on his shoulder like she had put it there specifically to
Sean's POVAnna Parkhill had been all over me since I stepped into the corridor and I genuinely could not work out what she wanted beyond the obvious — which was to be seen, specifically to be seen with me in the kind of public space where people noticed things and talk
Trevor's POVSchool was already in full swing, student activity going on here and there, everyone moving with the kind of school morning energy that said they had somewhere to be and were getting there. I was moving too, physically at least. The rest of me was somewhere else entirely.I had tried.
Sean's POV"Trevor is not here." I had said it clean, no hesitation anywhere in it. "Go back to practice, Max. I told you to back off him."There was a pause on the other side of the curtain. The kind where someone was deciding what to do with what they had just heard. Then Max's voice came back, l






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