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Rowan POV
Matteo’s eyes found mine across the room. I couldn’t believe after two years, I was finally seeing him again. Not that it matters, it was getting to my nerves that he still showed up here after he said we didn’t need to see each other again. “Good morning everyone. I’m Matteo Hudson. I’ll be your head coach from today onwards.” I rolled my eyes at the pretentious smiling face he was giving to the other team members. When his eyes stopped on me, he just pulled his face like I was a stranger. Now that annoyed the shit out of me. “Captain, come welcome Coach Hudson on behalf of the team,” Coach Jefferson called out. I stepped up, keeping my face completely deadpan. If he wanted to play the stranger game, I could play it better. “Welcome coach,” I whispered in a way only him could catch my tone. He gave me a little smile and nodded. “Thank you.” I watched him for a few seconds, already fuming. He still had a smile on his face and it made me want to wipe it off. **TWO YEARS EARLIER** “Let’s break up.” The words hit me the second I walked through the side door of the gym. Matteo was standing by the bleachers, his arms crossed tight to his chest. I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. He always said dramatic things like that when he beat me to the gym. “Yeah, okay, Dad.” I reached out to grab his arm. “Come on, sit with me. I’ve got twenty minutes before—” He didn’t move an inch. Usually, he let me drag him around like an oversized puppy, complaining the whole way. Today, his feet looked bolted to the floor. “Matt?” He exhaled hard, and that’s when I noticed his eyes were getting glassy. “Matt, what’s wrong?” I stepped closer. “Talk to me. We can fix whatever this is.” “I’m not joking, Rowan.” His voice cracked low. “I can’t do this anymore.” The smile completely fell off my face. “I’m tired,” he muttered, his hands clenching into fists. “I’m so fucking tired of hiding and being the last person you think about.” He looked right at me. “Every time you swear you’ll come find me, your friends call and I suddenly disappear. Like I don’t exist until it’s convenient.” He grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands off him. I could feel my fingers trembling.“Matt, don’t. Come on, we’re adults, we can talk about this—” “Adults.” He let out a bitter, mocking laugh that made my throat clamp up. “Right. I’m the adult. You love reminding me of that. Every comment about how much older I am, how I should know better.” He snapped his head away. “It makes me feel pathetic. And I’m done pretending it doesn’t.” I searched for something to say to fix it, but my brain completely stopped working. “I already put in my notice.” He wouldn't even look at me now. “I’m done with the team. We should just… stop. Stop seeing each other.” The words didn't even make sense in my head. “No.” I shook my head immediately, the anger flaring up before I could think. “No, you can’t just decide that.” Matteo’s jaw tightened. “Rowan—” “You can break up if you want,” I cut in, stepping directly into his space, my voice turning sharp. “But I’m not. I’m not breaking up with you.” He looked at me like he expected my answer. “See? I kind of expected that from you. You are just being an arrogant prick again.” He took a step back, completely out of my reach. “Doesn’t matter what you call it. I’m still leaving.” “Matt. Come on.” I screamed at his retreating back. “Matt. Please... Matt.” He didn’t even look back. He just walked out, leaving me standing alone in the gym. ~ ~ ~ ~ After Matteo’s introduction I followed behind him to his office, but couldn’t bring my self to get in. I stood by the front pacing around till, I finally decided to knock and walked right in. Matteo was seated behind his desk with some glasses on, staring down at a folder. He didn't even raise his head up to acknowledge my presence. I watched him be serious for a while, before I walked up closer to him, stopping at the edge of the desk. He still didn't look up. I knew he was just acting like I wasn't there to make me angry. And it did make me mad. I reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing his face up. Matteo’s eyes widened instantly, the glasses shifting on his nose. His expression completely broke as his dark green eyes locked into mine. "What are you doing?" His voice came out in a shocked whisper. "What am I doing?" I let out a low chuckle, tightening my grip on his jaw. "What the fuck are you doing too? Crawling back to this team and acting like I'm a complete stranger? Is that what we're doing now, Matteo?" He grabbed my wrist, trying to pull my hand off his face. "Rowan, let go. You started it first." He finally let go of my wrist, "What if someone sees us." "I don’t care," I snapped, leaning down further into his space. "After all, you broke up with me for the same reason. I want them to see exactly how their new coach treats his captain."Rowan POV Therapy was disheartening. I didn't want to go but since I was forced and threatened by Arthur Hayes and Matteo—his little minion, I decided to show up. Dr. Hayley didn't make it any better by asking the same irrelevant questions she always asked whenever I dropped by and sure enough i gave her the usual answers. "How's the team?" "Fine." "And your father?" "Also fine." I checked my phone under the desk. Five more minutes and I was out. "Rowan." She set her pen down, which meant she was about to say something she thought mattered. "A man called in yesterday and said he was the coach. I don’t know if he’s your family so I told him nothing about you." That got my attention. "Matteo called you?" "Matteo? He said he was concerned you missed your last session and wanted me to reach out directly instead of going through your father, you hate when your dad calls." I let out a short laugh. "Since when does he care that much?" "You tell me." She tilted her head. "You menti
Matteo POVWhen Rowan followed Arthur out of the arena earlier, I had been watching them the whole time until they disappeared through the exit. For some reason, I already knew Arthur hadn’t called him out for some father and son conversation. Arthur Hayes wasn’t that kind of father.The few times I had met him two years ago were enough to understand the kind of man he was. Everything was a transaction, even his smile was always calculated.I dropped the game report onto my desk and rubbed my temple. Tonight had been a complete mess. Earlier, I had told Rowan to come to my office after the game. I wasn’t even expecting him to come.I knew Rowan well enough to know he was going to show up whenever he felt like it. Sure enough, a few minutes later, my office door pushed open. He didn’t bother knocking as expected. Rowan Hayes had always done whatever pleased him.I looked up from the papers on my desk.“So…” Rowan closed the door behind him before stuffing both hands into his pockets. “
Rowan POV"You’ve been ignoring my calls this days." My father said, not even waiting for my response. He turned around, and that was the cue to follow behind him.If there was one person in this world I absolutely hated getting on the bad side of, it was Arthur Hayes. To the university board and the public, he was just a generous booster with an easy demeanor. But to me, he was a wolf in sheep's clothing. He controlled every single aspect of my existence, and he knew exactly which strings to pull to keep me in line.The biggest string was my mother. He had already restricted my access to her before, cutting off my visits to her whenever my performance dropped or whenever I dared to talk back. I couldn't risk him doing it again. If I completely fell out of his favor, he was going make sure I never saw her at all.We walked out into the VIP parking lot and stepped into the back of his black car. The door clicked shut, cutting off the distant noise of the arena and leaving us in a stifl
Rowan POVThursday night arrived far too quickly. The athletic complex was louder than usual, the hum of a decent crowd filtering through the heavy concrete walls of the locker room. But while the rest of the guys were pulling on their white home jerseys and lacing up their sneakers, I was standing in front of a mirror, pulling a dark tie around my neck.Wesley was a few lockers down, looking equally miserable in a stiff blazer that I would say it didn't fit him right, even if it does. He hadn't said a word to me since the bleacher runs, and I preferred it that way."Rowan."I didn't turn around, watching Ralph’s reflection approach me in the glass. He had his jersey on, his warm up jacket zipped to his chin. He looked entirely out of his depth."Don't worry about it," I said flatly, tightening the knot of my tie. "Just run the plays I told you to look out for. The alumni are going to try and bully you physically in the paint. Don't let them.""It's not that," Ralph whispered, looking
Rowan POV The silence in the gym was suffocating. After Matteo had successfully ripped I and Wesley apart from each other’s neck. "Locker room. Both of you. Now," Matteo said, his voice dropping. Wesley wiped a smear of blood from his jaw, glaring at me with pure hatred before turning on his heel and storming towards the locker room. I stayed rooted to the spot, my chest heaving, staring straight into Matteo's cold, unreadable eyes. I wanted him to say something but his expression told me he was so angry. He looked at the remaining players on the floor. "The rest of you, hit the showers. Practice is over." I didn't wait for the guys to disperse. I turned around and walked down the locker room. When I kicked open the locker room door, Wesley was already throwing his gear into his duffel bag, muttering curses under his breath. Ralph was standing near the water cooler, looking entirely stressed out. "Rowan, man, you can't just—" Ralph started, but I cut him off with a harsh gl
Rowan POV I couldn’t sleep. By the time I pulled my car into the campus lot the next morning, my eyes burned. I slung my gym bag over my shoulder and kicked the athletic complex doors open. I was early today so I wasn’t expecting the guys. I just wanted to get out on the court before anyone else showed up. When I reached the locker room doors, there was already a small crowd gathered around the main bulletin board. The guys showed up early today? Wesley, Ralph, and three other varsity guys were standing in their warmups. The moment, they noticed me… Wesley turned around with an obnoxious smirk stretching across his face. Ralph looked up next, his expression instantly dropping. "What?" I barked, stepping up to the board. "You guys lost your ability to speak overnight?" Wesley didn't say a word. He just stepped aside, bowing dramatically as he gestured toward the newly printed paper pinned to the center of the corkboard. I pushed past him, my eyes scanning the sheet. It was







