𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

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I was about to do something crazy. 

I decided to put off questioning why Luke was kissing me if he was making out with Sean, and went to the gym at the end of class that day. While doing this, I went as fast as I could so as not to give up my decision halfway through, and leaving behind a few sweaty athletes training on the field, I saw the coach holding a red whistle in his mouth.

"Hi coach."

"What do you want, kid?" He responded without taking his eyes off the players as he hung the whistle around his neck with a rope of the same color and then hurled a few harsh curses onto the field.

"I heard Sean got kicked off the team the other day..." I said quietly, looking down at my feet.

Finally seemingly intrigued, the coach tilted his head toward me, "Are you trying to say you're interested in the open position?"

My eyes wandered around the field for more than a second, finding no one there who looked like Matt, so I grinned, "Well, I guess... If you want to try me..."

"There's no need." The coach turned his body completely towards me to place one hand on my shoulder, the other raised up to stop me from speaking, "I've been looking for a good striker ever since that little fag left the team."

Let's take a look at my background on this subject. I have asthma, I never exercised properly in my life and never cared for it but now I do. I'm interested in doing my best and the weird part is, I don't even know why I'm doing it. As if my experience with Luke wasn't confusing enough. Or the information I received from my roommate that he had sex with the team's former forward. Or as if sharing the same house with a crime against humanity like Matt wasn't enough, if I were accepted to the team, I would be with him outside the house all the time. What exactly am I doing, what am I doing here? What am I getting myself into?

Frankly, I was still angry at Matt, and I think I wanted to punish him a little because he thought he could tell me what to do about my friendship with Luke. It was always annoying when he tried to dominate me, acting like he owned me. I basically knew I had to live at his house, but that didn't mean I was going to let him decide for me.

"So..." I stuttered slightly because it was so easy and beyond my expectations, I looked at the coach, "Are you accepting me for the team? That's right? Isn't there a test I have to pass or something?"

"Better go before I change my mind, kid," he warned sternly, "You live with Matt, don't you? Tell him he'll never dare be late for my training again. And get yourself a uniform from the locker room. Be here at nine tomorrow morning, meet your teammates and show me what you've got."

"O-Okay..."

Damn, I didn't expect anything to happen this fast. What do I know about basketball? None? I never thought I'd get into this business to punish a fool like Matt. What will happen now? With a deep sigh, I walked around the field, being very careful not to get hit on the head or anywhere else by the ball. I walked over and started to find the locker room in the back, next to the public showers, and got myself a uniform like the coach said.

It was a true testosterone paradise inside. It smelled sour like sweat and feet, damn it. I passed men holding my nose, completely naked, talking to each other. I didn't know where they kept the uniforms and I guess I was too shy to ask anyone. I stood in front of the large closet that I believed was locked and later found out it definitely was, and I knew I had to open it to pick out a uniform from inside, but who has the key?

Just then, as I was fumbling with the damn lock, I heard a familiar voice from behind, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Damn, it's Matt. I should have known he was bathing in a public shower instead of participating in the trainer's practice, but why was he doing this? I was pretty sure we showered at home. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip as I looked over my shoulder at him, which was enough for me to realize he was completely naked, "I was just trying to get myself a uniform."

"What were you doing?" With a confused voice, he walked towards me, leaning one of his broad shoulders against the wall to get between me and the locker, squinting as he crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head to look at my face closely, "Why would you need a uniform?"

"Because now I'm on the team too."

All the voices in the locker room were silent. I don't even know why the silence hurts my ears. As if Matt's closeness wasn't unnerving enough, I felt every eye in the back of my head turn to me. I hated it, being the sole center of attention was the one thing I hated my entire life. Maybe it's more than just that I hate Matt.

"Hey guys!" I heard Matt chuckle softly through his nose, move his body away from me, and call out to the other guys on the team, "Did you hear him? Ben joined the team this morning."

"No way," one of them said, "I've spent my life trying to get on this team. There's no way a skinny sissy like that is just going to be accepted."

"Maybe they accepted him because of his family," said another.

"We'd know if his parents were important people," another man replied, "I think he's here for Sean's position."

"It's unbelievable that the coach kicked that faggot off the team and replaced him with another faggot." It was none other than Matt. Without looking at me, he found his, among the blue wardrobes and cursed them as he pulled out some clothes.

My face was burning. I didn't care what strangers thought of me, but Matt? He hated me, but I never thought he would go so far as to humiliate me in front of people. The same man who talked to me a few days ago, took me to breakfast and spilled his heart out? What's wrong with him?

"I saw him with another fag a few days ago," explained another, "He hanging out with Luke. That means we have to be extra careful with our dicks when we shower from now on. You know, to make sure Ben doesn't jump on one of them."

I can easily say that being subjected to the humiliation of at least ten naked men in a tiny room was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I can buy this damn uniform tomorrow too, if I'm still determined to make the team. There are some strange things about me; For example, at times like these, when I want to close myself off from the world, the thing that will relax me is studying. I think there's a real reason why people look at me like I'm from outer space.

I didn't care how going as fast as I could on my way out of there would make me look. A weakling who must escape. But it doesn't matter, they were just a bunch of arrogant punks. I ran out of the locker room, ignored the coach calling me and asking if I had a uniform, and breathed a sigh of relief when my feet reached the library. I was in no rush to move back to the house where I lived with Matt.

To rest a little in the library, which was bound to be empty and deserted after class time, I sat at one of the large tables by the window and took my books out of my bag. I wore my headphones while doing this because I thought some music would help.

The last thing I planned to do there was sleep, but as my eyes grew a little heavier, I felt like the world would never understand me.