Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

You Referred To Your Trauma As A Synopsis

As the fans started to clear out from the bleachers, I looked at the scoreboard to realize I missed half of the game when I stared off into the night sky. Our Wolverines won twenty-three to thirteen, and Chrissy felt excited to see her brother after the announcers discussed his success over the loudspeakers. She wanted to see him, and I didn't have a chance to protest as she shot down the stairs.

Chrissy's blonde hair floated in the wind as the cool air whipped it back and forth. I stayed behind, unable to clear the fog in my head. Miles's fingers kept their place in between mine, squeezing gently every time the traffic became too heavy, and he thought he would lose me amongst it all. After I told him my secret, I wanted to getaway. I felt suffocated because I wouldn't know what to do when we left here, and he started asking questions.

"Can you promise me something?" I bumped his shoulder with mine.

"What?"

I sucked in a deep breath. "Please don't ask any questions. My story isn't ready to be told - you just got to hear most of the synopsis."

His head bobbed up and down. "You referred to your trauma as a synopsis; interesting."

"Miles -"

"I won't ask unless you are willing to tell."

As we pushed through the crowds, I heard the voice of someone I wanted to stay away from. "Bo?"

Miles pushed me aside as Kinnick stepped down from the boxers with the green-eyed boy Trevor. I looked over the all-black attire on his body, trying not to admire his effortless beauty. The black cap on the top of his head made his blue eyes shine brighter, and the jean jacket around his black hoodie made him stand out from everyone else.

As my eyes looked down to see his hands shoving into the pockets of his black joggers, he narrowed his at Miles hand wrapped in mine. I worried that something would happen, but he clenched his jaw and looked away. The hazel-eyed boy never broke contact with me, even under the gaze of his best friend.

"Did you need something?" My eyebrows pinched together with confusion as the boxer stood in front of me, not saying a word.

As Trevor stole Miles's attention, his hand slipped away from mine. I wasn't sure what to do as the world started to close in on me. The hazel-eyed boy with rings on his fingers never strayed too far, but he felt so far away, even if he was so very close.

"No," his lip curled as he shook his head. "I don't."

"Okay," I gulped harshly. "I actually need to go -"

"Wait," he reached out for me, gently tugging on my hoodie as he stopped me from moving. "How is it that you forgive him after he physically hurt you, but you ignore me after I say a few hurtful words?"

"How is it that you want me to forgive you so quickly, but it isn't okay when I do the same for Luke?"

"Because I would never put my hands on you unless you asked me to."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

The corner of his lips tugged upward at the slightest, almost impossible to see as he looked down at me. "Whatever you want it to, Boston."

"I really need to leave now -"

"I am sorry," he joined by my side."Truly."

I ignored him as I continued walking. "How do I know that you mean it?"

"Because I've missed you."

His words caught me off guard, taking me by surprise as I turned to look at him with my mouth agape. Before I could say a word, someone's shoulder bumped into mine and knocked me backward. Kinnick stepped forward, shoving the man backward as he snapped.