A boyxboy enemies to lovers high-school comedy based in New York city.
𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗼 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗻á𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘇, the flirtatious and ridiculously handsome football star quarterback- is both rude and quick tempered, but most concernedly known as the Northside Hi...
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SEBASTIAN'S POV
I really like to win.
I don't think I've mentioned that before so please allow me to say it again.
I really like to fucking win.
More than anything.
That euphoric burst of joy- the excitement of just knowing your better than everyone else when your standing on the highest podium- holding the biggest trophy that you've ever seen in your life... is my idea of heaven.
And I just don't mean winning at games, because if you really think about it- life itself is just one big competition. Right?
I win when I get straight A's, therefore placing me among the smartest guys in our year.
I win when I'm the best dressed person at a party.
I win when I'm the first to grab my mom's freshly baked brownies from the kitchen counter.
Whenever I view something as a competition- I put my heart and soul into it. Even if it's just putting dishes back on the rack. This is simply just the way that I live my life- judge or not.
I'm a winner.
And I will to go any sort of length, to make sure it stays that way.
I stood on the edge of the football field, my arms folded, shivering from the chilly September wind.
After the events- that occurred last week, I was on the fucking edge. Hooking up with that annoying idiot, was probably one of my biggest mistakes. And then he had to go around saying he took my v-card.
I internally cringed as I took several deep breaths. I had to resist every single urge in my body to not strangle that fucker!
I remember yelling at him and giving him a piece of my mind- and it seemed to have worked because he hasn't come near me since. No unnecessary comments, no back talk- not even a random shove in the locker room.
But was it worth it? I'm a weak idiot who gave into the sexual temptations of his arch nemesis! I seriously don't think I can forgive myself for this. Am I being a titch bit dramatic about this? Probably.
I've managed to block out every single second of our... moment in my mind. Almost like it never happened.
Because it didn't.
I didn't get fucked from behind by Marco Hernãndez.
That never happened. I physically refuse to believe that it did.
