The Video.

(SLADE'S POV)

"Touchdown Horton, go!!!" Coach Winston yelled and I heard the sound of his whistle.

I dropped the ball and took off my helmet. My teammates gathered around me, slapping my back and clapping.

"You all pull this one and we are bringing it home Friday night!" Coach yelled onto the pitch.

"Yes sir!" We chorused back deeply.

"Good, now everyone get your asses to the locker room and get washed. You all stink!" He said, wrinkling his nose as he spoke.

We all went into the locker room, chatting loudly. Well, everyone seemed pretty hyped for the game this Friday, everyone but me.

I didn't feel great and it didn't matter how much I tried to push that feeling away, it just kept resurfacing.

I didn't stick around for small talk with my teammates. I hurried into the shower, desperate to have the hot water running over me.

"Kaira." I breathed out to no one in particular.

That name was on the tip of my tongue since I woke up and it made it so much harder when I had to drive her to school.

I couldn't stare at her for long, couldn't even speak to her and I know it made her feel horrible. We didn't even let me drive her into school, she must think I am back to being a jerk. Well, she's not wrong about that.

Only a jerk would manage his feelings that way.

What else was I supposed to do? What else was I supposed to say to her? To tell her that I was trying to fight the feelings I had for her?

Damn it, she's not just the creepy stalker who found her way into my room years ago and broke my sacred snow globe.

She is my stepsister now and Dad will definitely kill me if he knew what thoughts I had in my head.

"Horton!"

"What?!" I jerked to reality, gripping on to the towel that hung loosely around my waist.

Andre, my best friend and linebacker of our football team was looking at me like I had grown an extra head.

I had just stepped out of the bathroom and was headed to the locker room to get changed.

"What do you mean, what? I have been trying to get your attention for a minute now!" He said in annoyance as he followed me behind. "What the hell? It's only Monday, Friday is still a long time for you to get stuck in the game loop. Chill out!"

"What do you want, bro?" I asked tiredly as I opened the door to my locker.

Andre folded his arms and leaned against the next locker.

"I wanted to ask how your stepsister is doing? Kaira."

I turned to him, there was something in his voice that made me feel off. He sounded deeply worried and uncomfortable.

"I texted you since yesterday night. She's fine." I said and turned back to the locker.

"Oh." Andre said.

I sighed this time before I turned to him.

"Tell me. What's wrong?" I asked him.

Andre straightened his posture and then leaned closely at me.

"Don't you know?" He asked, his sharp eyes searching my face.

I shrugged. "Know what?"

Andre's mouth dropped open and the shock in his face was so evident that I had to pause.

"Damn, you haven't seen the video." He whispered.

"Wh-what video?" I demanded.

It was Andre's turn to sigh. He reached into his pocket and then brought out his phone.

"You're not going to like this. It went viral this morning." He said in a hushed tone as he brought his phone forward. "I thought you knew about it already."

My heart started racing in my chest and I could feel the bile rising in my throat.

"What the fuck?!" I growled.