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šime was confused yet again. what has he done to make everyone hate him so much. he never even wanted this stupid scholarship or to play soccer for the big leagues or to fall in love with assholes.

wait a second. fall in love? that was something šime definitely didn't do. and he will not. dejan wasn't worth his time and he will not ever be. not if he acts like this anyway.

šime didn't really know what to do or how to deal. he went to school more and was rarely going to practices.

at school, he heard rumours about himself being poor and a gypsy, living in dumpsters and all the bullshit like that. not that there is anything wrong with being poor. or being a gypsy. but he simply wasn't. his family just never really recovered from the war.

he also heard something about himself being a faggot who tried to sexually harass dejan. which made him so mad. since dejan came onto him! he knew that dejan said that one. he knew dejan said all of them to try and clear himself from ever doing what he has done that night.

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it's been rough for šime, he couldn't bare the thought of seeing dejan. fortuntely and unfortunately, dejan never really slept in their room anymore. šime started to miss him. which was ridiculous. why did he have to miss him. or like him. after everything.

a few weeks went by and the rumours just kept getting more ridiculous. šime had no one. no one to turn to, no one to believe him. he felt helpless. but he knew that he had to finish school. for the better of his family.

he didn't really know if he could do it without wanting to attempt. but he will manage. he always had.

his nights were sleepless and restless. he kept thinking and dreaming of that damned boy. the one that made his heart skip a beat or race so fast that it could jump out of his chest.

one night, around 3 a.m., he got a call from his mother who was usually weary of time zones and such. but not tonight.

"hello?" he said and as soon as his mother spoke he wished that he didn't pick up. that he just went to sleep and never wake up. he dropped his phone.

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dejan was acting out of the ordinary. he used to never really have 'fun' this much. he went to parties once in a while, fucked alicia or any other easy chick (let's face it, for him everyone would be easy). he practiced a lot in the past. focusing on soccer. he relied on soccer when shit got hard and when he got problems he would solve them at the field.

but right now, he was wasted every night, hell, he was even wasted during the day. he fucked so many chicks that he lost count and he probably caught an std already but he didn't really give a crap.

he felt bad. and he wanted to make things right. he really did. he didn't want to admit to himself but he had to.

because he was falling in love. and hard. and he is probably going to fall really soon and if he doesn't have šime there to catch him, he is set to break a leg, or both. and how could he play soccer with both legs in a cast?

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šime was on a plane to home as soon his phone conversation with his mum ended. he packed his bags and hauled out of the campus as soon as he could. he would deal with formalities later.

all he could think about were the words his mother said to him. "your father is terribly sick. he doesn't have a lot of time left."

that was all it took for šime to get his ass out of there and back home. he was kind of glad that he was leaving, even if it was for a day or two. he needed to get out.

he just didn't want his father to die.

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A/N:

and the plot thickens...

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