Cliché (boyxboy)

Chapter 5

Cyrus' POV

Who the hell invented sports? I felt like I was going to die.

"Okay, Cyrus, you ready?" I shrugged and Matt nodded.

"Yeah, come on." Since this is Matt's birthday I guess I'll play along. I hate doing anything that involves moving, but I'll do it for him. I'm small, but I'm not that small. I should be able to take a hit.

Mr. Taylor hiked the ball and tossed it at me. I caught it and started running. I noticed that Matt was behind me, and I'd passed him up. I knew I was fast before this but I try to forget it. I saw Zack charging towards me and I mentally sighed. Why him of all people? I braced myself and took the hit. I flew back onto the grass with a grunt.

"Damn, could you hit me even harder?" I said getting up. "I'd bet anything you're that strong from some late night fapping." I breathed out. He glared at me and shoved me.

"Stupid queer, you're lucky I didn't knock your ass out." I don't know where this sudden burst of confidence was coming from but I snorted.

"How ironic is it that you called me a queer, then you mentioned my ass? What's wrong? You want it?" I need to stop talking before I pass out, dammit. Matt came in between us and shoved Zack. My hero, I need to breathe.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He yelled in his face.

"What's wrong with you man? You're hanging with this cock sucker all the time!" He punched him, and Mr. Taylor and Uncle Sam held him back. Zack had blood coming out of his nose. Eww.

"Don't fucking talk about him like that! If I ever hear you say shit about him again, I'll beat your ass. You got lucky today.If I were you, I wouldn't try it again." The dumbass laughed at him. He's insane. He has to be.

"What, are you a faggot too now?"

"Yeah I am. Have a problem with it?" After he said that, my eyes widened. I didn't hear anything else that was said. Was he being serious? Oh my gosh.. I don't know what to think. I stared at him while he yelled, then he turned around to look at me. His eyes softened and he studied me, concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah... Thanks." He smiled at me and turned to look at everyone else.

"Okay, ready to finish the game?" Then we started back up. I noticed that a few people were gone now. Not that I care, I hated half of the people on the team. While we played, I mostly followed Matt around, and avoided that spot on the ground with nasal blood. They made me run it again, and I walked to the side where Makayla and others were.

"Why am I being tortured? What'd I do?" I asked her, panting. She laughed and patted my back.

"You became friends with my brother." I groaned and watched as he ran to tackle someone. I sighed. What a gorgeous specimen. My goodness, his butt in those shorts...

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After running a home run and passing out, I was kinda embarrassed. Matt's gonna think I'm weak. I felt myself being carried and I opened my eyes to see him walking. He had a small smile on his face. I closed my eyes again and enjoyed the break. Soon, I was put in his bed. A few minutes after that, he pushed my hair back and kissed my forehead.

"I'm sorry Cy."

"For what?" I asked him. He carried me all the way to the room and told me sorry, shouldn't I be sorry for ruining his birthday?

"You're awake?" I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"I woke sometime on the way here." He nodded and handed me a water bottle. I was about to sit up, and he got a pillow, helped me, then put it under my head. I thanked him then drank some water. "I'm sorry I messed so much up today. With Zack and then the passing out. And you having to play a position you usually don't." He rolled his eyes.