t r e n t*
"Boys please do not be late for practice again!" Coach Franklin says as Zane, a couple of other teammates and I walk into the locker room.
"We need to talk!" Oliver says walking over to me.
"About what?" I ask my older (by a year and a half) brother.
"What did you do now?" Zane, his best friend, teases sending a blush rushing to my cheeks.
"This is our Junior year, your Sophomore year, okay, you cannot screw this up," Oliver says.
"Why do you think it would be me?" I ask incredulously.
"Because of your crush-" it's out of his mouth before he realizes it.
"Trent? You have a crush?" Zane asks me.
"Y-yeah..." I mumble, shooting a (probably very deadly) look at Oliver.
"That's awesome! You'll have to point her out to me in the hallway."
Oliver and I look at each other.
"It's not-" I begin.
But then Coach Franklin storms in threatening laps and I finish pulling my shirt on and run out to the field.
"Alright, Trent! You're up first to bat! Weston, you're on pitching duty!" Coach calls.
Since Oliver let my stupid secret slip, my head isn't in the game.
"TRENT! WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Coach Franklin yells at me.
"Coach! Coach, it's my fault!" Oliver admits. "I accidentally said something mentioned something in the locker room. I'm really sorry, but it's my fault he's not focused,"
I send him a small, half-smile.
"Okay, take a break, then! Get back in the game!" Coach calls.
I walk over to Oliver.
"I'm sorry, T.," he says. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say it, it just...slipped."
"It's okay, I understand...just don't do it again please, I'm not ready to be outed," I say.
"You're gay?" Zane whispers lowly so only Oliver and I can hear.
I look at Oliver, feel my cheeks heating up and hot tears springing to my eyes. I turn around and run off the field into the locker room, to the furthest shower from the door, pull the curtain and sit down, pulling my knees up to my chest.
"Trent?" I hear a voice call out. "Trent? You can talk to me! It's okay! Trent, I promise I'm not mad!" I recognize it to be Zane's voice.
I sniff and hear footsteps approaching. Within seconds, he's at the shower I'm sitting in-- walking in and pulling the curtain shut.
"Hey...why are you crying?" he asks me softly, coming to sit down beside me and then pulling me onto his lap and stroking my cheek.
"I-I-I didn't want anyone to know yet," I say softly as I hiccup.
"It's okay! I don't care! I love you! Oliver loves you!" he says soothingly, stroking my cheek.
"I literally just outed myself...did anyone else hear? Oh, what they'd say when I ran?"
"No one else heard...they all wondered what was going on...but Oliver said you forgot you had an appointment and had to run and shower,"
"S-so y-y-you don't hate me?"
"No! Why would I hate you?"
I shrug as he tips my chin up and starts to lean in. We've almost kissed when Oliver jerks the shower curtain aside.
"What is going on?" he asks. I spring up as fast as humanly possible, my heart pounding.
"N-nothing. Nothing." I stutter.
"Trent, go get your stuff and wait for me. I need to talk to Zane for a minute." Oliver says calmly (oddly enough) looking from me to Zane.
I walk out of the shower and close the curtain behind me, but I stay and wait to hear the conversation.
"Did you just kiss my little brother?" Oliver asks Zane.
"No," Zane says. "I'm not going to lie though, I was about to," Zane admits.
"Listen, I don't have a problem with it, but if you hurt my little brother, you are digging your own grave. Got it?"
I hear Zane say yes and then I run to grab my stuff before they know I was listening.
We...almost kissed...HE almost kissed ME! My crush--that Oliver was talking about before--almost KISSED me!
"Ready to go?" Oliver asks me.
"Y-yeah. Just let me say bye to Zane," I say quietly. I walk back towards the shower. But instead of finding Zane, I find the shower pouring water and his silhouette. Soft gasps and quiet moans are coming from the shower. I see his arm moving back and forth frantically and feel myself start to blush. I turn around and go back to Oliver before Zane either sees me, or something else happens.
"Did you talk to him?" Oliver asks me as I round the corner.
"No, he was busy...he was taking a shower. Figured I shouldn't interrupt that." I say-and it's not a lie, Zane was showering. I keep replaying his soft moans in my ears
feeling his soft touch on my body,
feeling his gaze on me.
