CARNIVORE [MxM+]

Chapter 27

 Not gonna lie, I'm not even going to proofread this chapter or anything because I know it makes absolutely no sense. But then again, that is just Tycho's actual mindset. Chaos. 

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Tycho Black.

I don't know how they knew, but the next morning a new copy of every textbook that was ruined was sitting on the room's- no, my, desk. It hurt my chest to think of the amount of money they've spent on me already, now add a few hundred dollars worth of books to the mix because I was too fucking stupid to hide my things in a place I wasn't welcome. 

The thought of paying them back for everything they've done made me nauseous. I didn't want to know how much I actually owed them. 

There was something I hadn't noticed before. There was also a new backpack sitting in the chair. Like the books, it had a sleek new feel to it. For once I just wish they'd buy something used so I wouldn't feel so damn guilty. I felt myself falling into the same cycle as always, stuck in my mind blaming myself for everything. And for a second, I felt so overwhelmed that I wanted to cry. It was terrifying.

But then I looked at the bottom of the backpack. 

A single sticky note sat at the bottom. The lack of light made the writing blurry so I pulled it out and turned on the desk lamp to get a better view. 

The handwriting was Alexei's. 

Fuck those guys. :)

And suddenly I could breathe. 

Friday night. A little after seven p.m. I'm on the field. My heart is beating so hard it's making my shoulder pads vibrate. I'm so fucking anxious- but I'm in my element.

Hut, hut, BOOM

The scene in front of me erupts into movement and the students in the bleachers scream. Its practice all over again. The entire week we've been preparing, going over play after play. I didn't think I'd be playing this early, but thanks to Louis' leadership and Jayden's stupidity I'm where I belong. I owe a lot of people a lot these days. But I don't care because before I know it the balls in my hands and there's a gap in the colliding bodies- and I shoot straight for it. 

I make it six yards before I'm yanked to the ground by a linebacker. But for some reason, I don't fucking feel it. 

My head is in this state, like I'm watching some hype movie and I'm the main character. Like something important is happening and I'm so passionate and happy and I can't believe it. I need something to live for. I need to win. 

Later in the drive, we end up seven-ish yards away from the end zone and I'm bleeding and sore but numb at the same time. We're back in the huddle and I hear my job called out in the play- I'm running the ball again and I couldn't feel more useful. Everything is going correctly and I'm chasing this high where everything is okay and I can't help but feel a bit scared but it's just so fucking exciting. For once in my fucking life I feel okay existing and I couldn't be more thrilled. 

Every single play I'm sitting, hunched over, ready to pounce. My hands and legs twitch because I want to do something so badly. But something calms me down. something with dark brown eyes and loosely curled hair that always takes the shape of his helmet and I can't help but laugh at him every time I see it- but he laughs too. 

And I start to notice, that every time Louis looks at me it grows more and more meaningful every time. He looks at me with something in his eyes that I can't identify, but I can't help but like it. For some reason, there's something inside me that enjoys his attention. For a split second, that fleeting voice worms its way into my mind but it's been getting quieter and quieter as life has gotten better and better and I realize through every play I look at Louis for reassurance that I don't even fucking hear it tonight.