Best Friends, Right? (Boyxboy)

Chapter 12> Jupiter

I walked onto the field. I scan the crowd trying to find Athena, but instead I see the scouts. No pressure.

The team follows me as I walk over towards the goal to start warming up.

I feel as if there a thousands of eyes on me...judging. I can't stand it.

I turn to face the other team and see them staring back at me too. That's why I felt like I was being stared at.

"Ignore them Jupe," Izzy says patting my back before returning to his stretching.

"How do they know?" I look back over to see one of them mouthing 'fag'.

"I guess news just spreads faster than humanly possible between towns."

I feel my chest tighten. My heart starts beating rapidly. Not now. Please anytime but now. I can't do this.

"Izzy, I can't," I say breathing heavily, grabbing his shoulders tightly. "I can't. I—I can't."

"Jupiter, what are you— are you okay?"

Sure he's been my friend just a little less time than Blaise has, but I've never had a panic attack in front of him.

My heart rate increases as I look at the other team still staring at me,then to the crowd of people waiting for the game to begin.

Everyone is watching me. I can't do this.

Blaise is suddenly in my field of vision.

"Jupiter you need to calm down. Just breathe."

I try to do as he says but I can't. It doesn't work.

"Izzy, he can't have a panic attack in front of the whole student body and scouts. We need to get him calm. I bringing him back inside tell coach to stall as long as possible," Blaise says, grabbing my arm. "Come on Jupe you can't stay out here like this."

I can't move. I can't breathe. I can't do anything.

Blaise sighs before speaking. "Please don't hate me more than you already do for doing this." He picked me up and began to walk towards the locker room door. Soon I am set down on the cold floor.

"Okay, I need you to breathe with me. In and out, okay?" Blaise came into my field of vision.

"In."

Breathe in.

"Out."

Breathe out.

I calmed down some time later, but we just remained seated on the locker room floor in silence.

"Blaise, why did you help me?"

"What do you mean," he asked turning toward me.

"Why did you help me. I've been mad at you for the longest time I can remember since we were friends. I'm not good to you. Why are you good to me?"

He was silent for a moment, looking down while he played with his fingers. He did that when he was nervous. Why is he nervous.

"Because I care," he said finally. "We have to go play now." Almost looking like he was sad he got up and walked out the door, leaving me there.

Shaking my head, I ran back on field.

Okay, I can do this.

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Everytime Marco or one of his goons got the ball they tried to shoot. Even if they were clearly not going to make it and I was clearly open.

This is too important for me not to play because of something stupid. My whole college career depends on these scouts so if they don't see me, I'm screwed.