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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IT'S GAME DAY.
The entire day my stomach has been filled with that warm fuzzy feeling that always seems to come over me on important occasions. I let the feeling take over me as the day went on, seeing how nearly the entire school was excited for the first game of the season as well. Students of CU walked around with blue and yellow jerseys, faces painted with their favorite player numbers and name. It feels nice seeing how supportive the school is when it comes to the team and it gives me all the more reason to give my all during today's game.
In the locker room, the team is hyping one another up, chanting and cheering as we prepare to go out on the field. Caleb and Froy are standing on the bench with their arms wrapped around one another singing aloud as most of the team follows suit. It's a funny scene and even though I can't make out the words coming from their mouth because it sounds so awful I still mind myself nodding to the rhythm.
I turned my attention back to my phone to see on my phone that Lourdes had posted a picture of herself at the game currently. She has a blue CU jersey and the number twenty-two on her cheek in yellow as she makes a silly pose, and Karina is beside her in the same jersey but with a different number on her face — Jaylen's number. I smiled down at the photo before hitting like and leaving a cheeky comment.
The smile quickly leaves my face when a notification pops up on my phone. A text from my dad.
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The warm feeling I had in my stomach is replaced with something more unsettling as I read the messages over and over. I knew he'd be watching, that's a given but I didn't need the reminder. God, he's probably gonna have the game playing on the big screen watching and dissecting every move I make, every pass, every kick over and over if it's not perfect and to his liking. I grow anxious at the thought. The feeling comes as an electrical storm in my brain that, quite honestly, is painful. It's different from a headache and it feels the same as intense sorrow, perhaps as a sort of frozen panic with nowhere to go. I don't even realize my legs are bouncing until someone places a hand on them.
I looked up to see Idris with a toothy smile on his freckled face as he takes a seat next to me. "Everything okay Cassian?" he asked.
I forced up a smile of my own sending him as I locked my phone and turned it upside down, reassuring him with a nod that I didn't even believe. "Yeah, just first-game jitters. You?"
