登入Bailey POVThe morning of the USATF National Championships, I woke up at four.No alarms. No wrist watch timer. My eyes just flew open.Somehow, my body knew how important today was. The same way it always knew on a race day, even when the race wasn't mine anymore.We had flown into Eugene, Oregon two days earlier. The nationals were being held at Hayward Field, the most legendary track and field venue in America. Mark qualified through the regional results in Atlanta, and his 20.98 had placed him among the top eight sprinters in the country for the men's two hundred meter.Top eight.In the entire country.I sat on the edge of my hotel bed and let that sink in for a moment.The boy who had blackmailed me into coaching him was now lining up against the fastest men in America.And I helped put him there.I got dressed, tied my hair back, and headed to Mark's room. Knocked twice.He opened the door already dressed. Training shorts. Compression top. His spikes hanging from his bag by th
Bailey POVThe morning of the USATF National Championships, I woke up at four.No alarms. No wrist watch timer. My eyes just flew open.Somehow, my body knew how important today was. The same way it always knew on a race day, even when the race wasn't mine anymore.We had flown into Eugene, Oregon two days earlier. The nationals were being held at Hayward Field, the most legendary track and field venue in America. Mark qualified through the regional results in Atlanta, and his 20.98 had placed him among the top eight sprinters in the country for the men's two hundred meter.Top eight.In the entire country.I sat on the edge of my hotel bed and let that sink in for a moment.The boy who had blackmailed me into coaching him was now lining up against the fastest men in America.And I helped put him there.I got dressed, tied my hair back, and headed to Mark's room. Knocked twice.He opened the door already dressed. Training shorts. Compression top. His spikes hanging from his bag by th
Bailey POVThe morning of the USATF National Championships, I woke up at four.No alarms. No wrist watch timer. My eyes just flew open.Somehow, my body knew how important today was. The same way it always knew on a race day, even when the race wasn't mine anymore.We had flown into Eugene, Oregon two days earlier. The nationals were being held at Hayward Field, the most legendary track and field venue in America. Mark qualified through the regional results in Atlanta, and his 20.98 had placed him among the top eight sprinters in the country for the men's two hundred meter.Top eight.In the entire country.I sat on the edge of my hotel bed and let that sink in for a moment.The boy who had blackmailed me into coaching him was now lining up against the fastest men in America.And I helped put him there.I got dressed, tied my hair back, and headed to Mark's room. Knocked twice.He opened the door already dressed. Training shorts. Compression top. His spikes hanging from his bag by th
Bailey POVThe morning of the USATF National Championships, I woke up at four.No alarms. No wrist watch timer. My eyes just flew open.Somehow, my body knew how important today was. The same way it always knew on a race day, even when the race wasn't mine anymore.We had flown into Eugene, Oregon two days earlier. The nationals were being held at Hayward Field, the most legendary track and field venue in America. Mark qualified through the regional results in Atlanta, and his 20.98 had placed him among the top eight sprinters in the country for the men's two hundred meter.Top eight.In the entire country.I sat on the edge of my hotel bed and let that sink in for a moment.The boy who had blackmailed me into coaching him was now lining up against the fastest men in America.And I helped put him there.I got dressed, tied my hair back, and headed to Mark's room. Knocked twice.He opened the door already dressed. Training shorts. Compression top. His spikes hanging from his bag by th
Bailey POVThe days after Mark's display at the academy were strange.Nobody said anything to my face. But I felt the shift. In the way coaches looked at me a beat too long in the hallway.The way athletes whispered when I passed the water station. Even Mercer avoided me completely, like I was a fire he didn't want to get close to.Mark and I didn't hide anymore. We didn't hold hands in the hallway or kiss by the track. But we didn't pretend either. He transferred back into my sprint group at the academy and showed up to our sessions boldly. Walked beside me to the parking lot after practice. Said goodbye without looking over his shoulder first.It was quiet. Simple.But everyone knew.And I was still waiting for the consequences to land.They came on a Wednesday afternoon, but not in the way I expected.I was sitting in the staff room after practice, logging training times into my laptop, when my phone buzzed with an unknown number. I almost ignored it. Unknown numbers usually meant
Mark POVBailey left my apartment early Monday morning.She kissed me at the door, quick and soft, her eyes still puffy from last night but lighter than I had seen them in weeks."I'll see you at the academy," she said."Yeah, you will."She gave me a look."What does that mean?""It means I'll see you at the academy."She shook her head and walked to the elevator. I watched her go, leaning against the doorframe, a feeling settling in my chest that I hadn't felt in two weeks.Certainty.I was done hiding.Done sneaking around. Done pretending she was just my coach. Done watching her carry the weight of us on her shoulders while I stood in the shadows like a coward.She loved me.She said it to my face. Standing in my living room, tears running down her cheeks, voice cracking on every word. She loved me.And I wasn't going to let her walk into that academy alone. Not today. Not ever again.I showered, got dressed, and drove to the academy.The parking lot was already full when I pulled
Steven POV. I didn’t realize how quiet a house could be until Fabian walked out of mine. For a full minute after the door shut, I stood exactly where he left me. My breath was stuck in my chest, my heart beating painfully against my ribs, my ears ringing like I’d been hit. It didn’t feel real.
Steven POV.Max just told me, I didn't have the balls.And, he was right. I didn't.Maybe all the people who had called me Sissy all my life had been right all along.Because...tell me why I was sitting in a motel room, paid for with my own money, while I waited for the man I liked to arrive, so he
Fabian POV.Dallas, Texas.27th November 2025.The smell of roasting turkey hit me the moment I stepped into the living area. Cinnamon, baked apples, pumpkin pie.The house was alive with warmth and familiarity. I paused, letting the scents wash over me. It had been four years since I’d been home
Steven POV.The Next Morning.I turned in my sleep, staring awake as I heard movements. Sounds floated to me from all over the house."Oh, for Christ's sake, who was making that noise this early?" I murmured, and dragged my pillow, placing it around my head, trying to drown out the noise. But the







