⸻ ❝ WHEN I'M WITH YOU I GET NERVOUS. ❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 where two lovers find love in a way neither of them thought they ever would-nor did they think it would be through a 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 relationship.
oc x jobe bellingham!
@hrtsforpnd2024
୨୧ ❝ Now, put yo' hands up in the sky, Like we always do at this time, I go for mine, I gots to shine. -KANYE WEST ❞✧･ﾟ𐙚
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-CHAPTER ONE- 📍Academy of light.
THE SHARP WHISTLES from the coaches pierced the air, cutting through the rhythmic hum of the air conditioner rattling outside the building. I lay sprawled on the grass, the blades poking at my skin as I tried to steady my breath. It felt like my lungs were on fire, my chest heaving as if I'd just run a marathon. Sweat dripped down my face, stinging my eyes, but I didn't bother to wipe it away. Everything ached-my legs felt like jelly, and I couldn't remember the last time I actually caught my breath.
I tilted my head enough to glance around the field. Coach had the rest of the team running drills, barking out commands while the guys scrambled to keep up, their faces twisted in effort. Meanwhile, I just lay there, staring up at the sky like a lazy idiot, watching clouds drift slowly across the pale morning expanse, too exhausted to care.
The sun wasn't fully up yet, but it didn't matter. The heat hung over us like a suffocating blanket, thick and sticky. Even the air felt heavy, as if we were all running through molasses. Everything-my clothes, the grass, even my thoughts-was drenched in that oppressive warmth. Preseason was in full swing, and each day felt like a cruel test designed to wear us down just a little more.
"Hey, Jobe, you might wanna-" Lucas started, but before he could finish, something slammed into my face-hard. A football hit me square in the forehead. My vision blurred as pain exploded between my eyes.
Laughter erupted around me, the guys howling like a pack of hyenas. Pricks.
Groaning, I sat up slowly, rubbing my forehead where the ball had nailed me. My skull throbbed, each heartbeat sending waves of pain through my temples.
Lucas jogged over, amusement dancing in his eyes. He dropped down beside me, shaking his head. "I told you to move! You're too damn slow sometimes."
"Yeah, well..." I muttered, still wincing from the hit. "You could've warned me earlier, you idiot."
Lucas responded the way he always did-by slapping the back of my neck with a sharp smack. I flinched and rubbed the spot, glaring at him. "What the hell?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Felt like it."
For a moment, we just sat there in the sweltering heat, the rest of the team heading off to the locker room, their voices fading into the distance. The field looked strangely peaceful now, the chaos of practice retreating into silence. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Ryan strolling over, his grin stretching wide across his face, clearly delighted with himself.
