soccer season ♂ freethelgbt

0;09 ♂ fist fights and love confessions

CHAPTER NINE

'in which an LGBT character is rejected by a painfully straight arse'
'in which your character suffers through a boys' changing room during swimming season'

        STEVEN BREATHED OUT.

And in.

And out.

His muscles tensed as he pushed himself up again. His back had begun to sweat ages ago and now the rest of his body was joining in. It trickled across his face and fell off his chin onto the grass. His shirt felt clammy and stuck to his chest. His legs ached and you shouldn't even get him started on his arms.

The sun was shining right above the field, an unholy hot day for the time of the year and everyone noticed. Around Steven were nineteen other teenage boys reeking and panting with sweat falling into their eyes at an unknown rate. Everyone was silently complaining and weeping because the sun was burning into their necks and their muscles were shaking under their own weight. Everyone except Darren, because he wasn't even there.

It was at times like these that Steven really considered giving up soccer all-together.

"Alright, boys, stand up!" Steven's arms collapsed under him at the coach's order. He reluctantly stood and brushed the grass off of his legs and shirt, looking up at the man through squinted eyes.

"I notified all of you to bring your swimming gear today, because the next door pool is free. There, we will work on the muscles in your legs and your fitness. Anyone who has forgotten their trunks . . ." Steven tuned him out, focused on stretching his arms behind his head. The group took off towards the changing rooms to pick up their bags and head to the other building.

Steven had been in a daze for the past few days and he seemingly couldn't get out of it. There was a blanket of confusion frying his brain and every few seconds his eyes drifted off to stare into the distance. He hadn't seen or heard Adam since the fight and admittedly, he was scared to. He had been hiding out in his house not to run into him and he's been avoiding calls from everyone except Darren and Leila. But he couldn't anymore. His free days were up and the soccer field was calling in the morning. He called in sick once already, he couldn't anymore or the coach would consider him lazy and kick him off the team. Not that that sounded that bad, at the moment . . .

He almost missed the door closing in his face when he snapped out of it, pushing it back just before it hit his nose. He scoffed and walked through, catching up with the team. The entered the changing rooms, the smell of chlorine strong in the air, making him sick. The pool closed for public every late autumn and the individual stalls closed with it, so the boys jammed into the shared room together to change.

Steven took off his jacket and shirt, but when he turned around to sit down and take off his pants too, he was met with glances and glares from around the room. Five guys on the opposite bench were silent and still, eyes fixated on him when he turned to look. In the midst of them was Adam, with a mean smirk on his face and his arms crossed. When he saw that Steven noticed him, he spoke up.

"Careful guys, you don't want the fag in our midst to get a good view of your package. God knows what he will do."

Murmurs filled the space and everyone turned to look at Adam in confusion. He just smiled wider. Steven's heart started beating faster and he could feel his face heat up at the commotion. He thought he had made it clear to Adam that he wasn't a fag, whether that was true or not.