when Jaylen Park and Cassian Bergman cross the fine line between rivals and lovers they have to reevaluate everything they have ever known because straight guys don't kiss other guys, especially their teammates, and they sure as hell don't sleep wit...
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BEING THE SON of CJ Bergman — retired NBA point guard for the New York Kicks with four championships rings, three MVP awards, and the most three-pointers made in history and just recently got his portrait added to the NBA Hall Of Fame, it's safe to say that before I was even born, I had a lot to live up to.
My family has a history in sports. My father's now one of the most acclaimed and commended ball players of his time even after retiring his jersey. My mother grew up playing everything under the sun from cheerleading to volleyball, and has an entire wall at home covered with her medals and achievements over the years for her many talents. My older brother just recently got drafted last year for his skills on the football field and my parents threw him a whole celebration that felt like it lasted for an entire week. The Bergman family is 3-4 now and now it's my turn to set the perfect score.
When my father told me I'd be changing universities right before my junior year I didn't know exactly how to feel. I had already made friends — though not many but enough to where I didn't wake up every day hating my life because I wasn't alone. I thought everything was going fine because that's what everyone around me told me, my old coaches would praise me every chance they got but I guess that wasn't enough for my parents, especially my father who deemed my old team weak and childish, which in his defense wasn't too far from the truth.
The boys on that team weren't exactly skilled like I was and it showed every game because I'd always be the only one to get a goal. Carrying a team isn't a job for the faint of the heart and while I was managing it just fine it wasn't working in my favor. Major League Soccer looks for the best of the best when they recruit players for the league and while I was the best on my old team — I was the best among a group of people who couldn't hold a torch to my flame on an off day and I don't say that to be an asshole but that's just what it was and people knew that because it showed every single game. It was so obvious I never had any real competition or challenge and my skills weren't really being put to use.
My father always says, "a man in a room full of men all equal to him has no strengths and will settle for whatever is thrown at him" and it's true because you should want to be the best, especially at something you're really passionate about so I kinda understand why he decided to transfer me so last minute.
I don't know how they managed to do it so easily but within the few days I left my old school, I had received countless offers from other coaches at other schools trying to recruit me to come to their school and play for them, and my parents went through every single one of them until they found the one that would guarantee a spot in MLS.
