Complexes (LGBT) (boyxboy)

chapter 9

Chapter 9

It was time for practice. I strode across the soccer field with one goal in mind; keeping my promise to Lucas I made last night. I was going to talk to the team and make them see sense.

I owed it to Lucas after all the bullshit I pulled with him. I guess this was my way of clearing my guilty conscience, not to mention keeping the peace on the team. I saw him as I walked up to the locker rooms. He was standing there with Coach, talking to him.

At this point Coach was practically the only person that would actually openly communicate with Lucas. Hopefully that was about to change though.

It had to change.

I couldn't keep coming across an emotionally distraught and alone Lucas. It wasn't good for either of us. I still couldn't forget the sounds of him crying, or the sight of it either.

Lucas' eyes landed on me as I got closer and I felt a little uncomfortable.

Last night was strange.

I didn't regret finding him and I certainly didn't regret comforting him. At the time everything seemed right, but now that I see him I feel like I hugged him for a little too long. We were awfully close last night and I didn't know how I felt about, but just knew I felt weird with him looking at me. I went straight past, not talking to either Coach or Lucas, and entered the locker rooms. I was running a little late, but everyone was in there either getting ready or hanging out before they had to go onto the field.

Being in here reminded me of last night. I was still fuming over how Ethan and Ricky just left Lucas in here.

Who knew when they would have eventually come for him.

Probably never.

They would have made him come out naked by himself.

It was sickening.
"Hey Listen up," I said firmly.

I dropped my duffel bag to the ground, making a loud slapping noise. All eyes were on me. "I need to set something straight with you guys," I said.

With everyone looking at me, the nerves were starting to set in. I glanced at Eddie and he gave me a little nod. I had spoken to him after I brought Lucas back to the dorms last night and told him what I was going to do.

He, of course, was on board with it.

"You all need to leave Lucas alone," I told them. I studied each of their faces. The majority of them seemed indifferent. Most of them were just followers and would do whatever the leader did and I was making it clear that I was the leader.

Other team mates were going to be a bit of a challenge. "What?" Ethan spat. "Why are you defending him?" Ricky asked, but I didn't answer his question directly. "I get that you guys don't like him. I get that you're afraid of people that are different and I-," I stopped as Ethan stood, eyeing me down. "Afraid?" he cut me off, "We aren't afraid of some little fucking pansy." "Shut up. I'm talking now," I practically growled, "I don't give a shit what any of you think of Lucas, but keep it to yourselves.

He's part of this team whether you like it or not," "He will never be a part of this team," Ethan said. I was getting real tired of his shit at this point. "As long as he's wearing that uniform, he is," I said. "Guess he wasn't part of the team last night then," Ethan murmured to himself, but I caught what he said.

"Yes, Ethan, we all know of your fantasies to get Lucas naked, but he's not interested in you like that so you can just quit it," I said, a smirk forming on my lips. The team laughed and Ethan stood his ground, glaring at me. "I ain't interested in that queer," he said. I sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing with his opinion about Lucas.