A/N: Homophobic slur ahead, jackass still at it....no worries someone's getting their just deserts.
The final bell rings, and I make my way to detention, the memory of Brett's kiss still lingering on my lips. And as the minutes in detention crawl by, my mind drifting back to the closet, to the way Brett's touch made everything else disappear.
When I'm finally released, I head straight to football practice, my steps quickening with anticipation. The locker room is a blur as I gear up, my thoughts still tangled with the memory of Brett's breath against mine as I went out.
The sound of Coach Dan's voice booms across the grass, pushing the team through another intense drill. The sight of my teammates, the rhythm of the practice, almost calms me—almost.
"Aiden, you're late!" Coach Dan's voice cuts through the noise, sharp and commanding.
"Move faster and join the drill?"
I nod, "Yes coach". I glance up just long enough to see Brett, already in position, giving me a quick, loving smile. It's a small gesture, but it's enough to lift my spirits, even if only for a moment.
Practice goes on as usual, the drills intense and demanding. I throw myself into the exercises, trying to lose myself in the physicality of the game. But no matter how hard I push, I can't ignore the snickering and whispers coming from Jake and his buddies. The tension in the air is thick, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.
Finally, Coach calls for a water break. I take the chance to catch my breath, but the relief is short-lived.
"Yo, Aiden!" Jake's voice rings out, loud and dripping with disdain.
"Guess we have another fairy on the team!"
I freeze. My heart pounds in my chest, the word hanging in the air like a noose tightening around my neck. I try to focus on the drill, on anything else, but Jake's voice cuts through the air, sharp and cruel.
"Now we all know why you're always looking and defending Brett, huh?" Jake sneers, his voice carrying across the field.
"Didn't think we'd end up with another fag on the team, but here we are."
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My face flushes with a mix of shame and anger, my hands trembling as I grip my helmet. I want to say something, to yell back, but the words stick in my throat. The humiliation is suffocating, and the laughter from Jake's group echoes around me, mocking and relentless.
"Maybe you should stick to cheerleading, Aiden," Kyle chimes in, his laughter grating in my ears.
"You're clearly more interested in the players than the game!"
The taunts dig deeper, each one a fresh wound. My chest tightens, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I can feel the eyes of my teammates on me—some filled with pity, others with uncertainty. The sense of isolation is crushing, the field that once felt like home now feels like a battlefield.
"Enough, Jake, Kyle!" Ryan's voice suddenly cuts through the noise, sharp and angry. He steps up beside me, his expression fierce.
"Just shut the hell up, man!"
But Jake just laughs, shaking his head as if Ryan's words are nothing more than a joke.
"Oh, come on, Ryan. We're just having a little fun. Besides, everyone knows Aiden's the reason Brett's been all messed up lately. Guess he couldn't keep his hands to himself."
The insinuation is too much. Anger surges through me, hot and blinding, but before I can react, Brett is suddenly there, shoving Jake back with a force that sends him stumbling.
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Wish You'd Met Me First (boyxboy)
Novela Juvenil~~(Story is Under heavy Editing,)~~ Aiden Brooks the charismatic Wide Receiver of Ridgefield High, have always been drawn to Brett Neumann, their star quarterback, despite being on the same football team, Aiden and Brett never really interact with e...
