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Practice had been absolute hell.Every single second on the court felt like slow torture. Marcus looked too fucking good — sweat glistening on his neck and collarbones, his jersey clinging to his broad chest and abs, those powerful thighs flexing with every explosive movement. The way his green eyes narrowed in concentration, jaw tight, muscles rippling under his skin as he drove to the basket or set a brutal screen. Ethan couldn’t stop staring. Couldn’t stop noticing. The tension that had been building since the fake-dating bullshit started with Whitney and Lila was now a live wire between them, crackling hotter with every brush of bodies during drills.By the time Coach finally blew the final whistle, Ethan was wound so tight he felt like he was going to snap.The second the team started heading toward the locker room, Ethan made his move. He grabbed Marcus by the front of his sweaty jersey and dragged him down the hallway without a word. Marcus stumbled for half a step but didn’t f
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Lunch was loud like always, trays clattering and voices overlapping as the team took over their usual long table near the windows. Ethan slid into his seat with Whitney right beside him. She had started sitting with him more openly since the weekend, and today she was smiling bright, her hand brushing his arm as she settled in. The team noticed immediately. Jamal raised an eyebrow, grinning. “So this is the famous Whitney we’ve been hearing about?” Ethan forced a small smile and nodded. “Yeah. Whitney, this is the team. Guys, Whitney.” Whitney waved shyly, cheeks a little pink. “Hi everyone. Nice to finally meet you all. Ethan talks about you guys a lot.” The guys greeted her warmly, some teasing Ethan lightly about finally having a girlfriend. Tyler even slid over to make more space. It felt… normal. Public. Exactly what his mom wanted. Exactly what the rumors needed to die down. But then Marcus walked in. He wasn’t alone. Lila was right beside him, laughing at something h
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Marcus didn’t expect that on Monday morning he’d be greeted by the sight of Ethan basically draped on a girl so close that they could probably kiss. Pure unfiltered anger flowed in his veins the second he turned the corner in the hallway. He had spent the entire weekend tossing and turning in his bed, feeling absolutely guilty over Ethan. He couldn’t even pretend to be mad at him anymore. In Marcus’s mind, he would pretend to sulk in front of Ethan, act all cold and distant for a day or two, and then Ethan would come to him, kiss him until they were back to normal like they always did after their stupid fights. He didn’t know he was getting ready to be played in the face. Ethan was leaning against the lockers with this cheer girl — Whitney, or Britney, Marcus couldn’t even remember her name and he didn’t care. She was smiling up at him, her hand resting on his chest like it belonged there. Ethan wasn’t pulling away. He was actually smiling back, that small, tired smile that used to
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The book club ladies were in fine form this afternoon.Margaret Thompson sat primly on the floral couch in a rented out space close to the library, a half-empty teacup balanced on her knee, her Bible study notes open on the coffee table. The conversation had started with the latest Christian fiction novel — something about redemption and resisting temptation — but it had drifted, as it always did, into more personal territory. Gossip dressed up as prayer requests.“Speaking of temptation,” one of the women said, lowering her voice with dramatic concern, “have you heard what’s going around about that poor Thompson boy?”Margaret’s hand tightened slightly around her teacup. She kept her expression serene, the same gentle smile she wore at church every Sunday.“Oh?” she asked lightly. “Which Thompson boy?”“Yours, dear. Ethan.”The room went still for half a second. Margaret felt the familiar prickle of heat at the back of her neck, but she didn’t let it show. She had perfected the art o
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The gym lights were still humming faintly as the last of the team trickled out after the evening game. The air smelled of sweat, rubber, and the faint metallic tang of the chain nets. Marcus lingered behind, taking his time packing his bag, the adrenaline from the win slowly fading into quiet exhaustion. He was the last one left in the locker room, the echo of slamming lockers and shouted goodbyes long gone.The door creaked open.Jason stepped inside, shoulders hunched, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He looked smaller under the harsh fluorescent lights, his usual easy confidence nowhere to be found. He stopped a few feet away, eyes fixed on the tiled floor.Marcus straightened slowly, green eyes narrowing. The tension between them had been simmering for weeks, but this felt different. He didn’t say anything, just waited.Jason cleared his throat, voice rough. “Can we talk? Alone?”Marcus glanced around the empty locker room and gave a short nod. “Make it quick.”Jason took a shaky
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Marcus couldn’t sleep. He wanted to claw at himself.By Friday night the guilt had become unbearable, a heavy weight pressing on his chest that made every breath feel tight. He lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the faint glow from his phone screen casting shadows across the walls. The parking lot scene replayed in his head on an endless loop — Ethan’s shaking voice, the raw accusation, the way his own words had come out too loud and too final. “Fuck you, Ethan.” He had shouted. He had walked away even when he heard Ethan whimpering like a kicked puppy. He felt stupid for not turning back.And now Ethan looked destroyed, he was pale, exhausted, dark circles carved deep under his eyes, shoulders permanently slumped like the rumor and the fight had drained every last drop of fight out of him. Marcus had seen that look during practice, during lunch, in the hallways. It haunted him.He couldn’t keep pretending it didn’t matter.Saturday morning, while the house was still quiet, Marcus st
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The next day was worse in a way Ethan hadn’t expected. He told himself it was because of the fight, because Coach had forced them into this situation, because the entire team had seen them lose control. That should have been enough to explain the tight feeling in his chest as he pushed open the gy
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By the end of the week, it stopped being funny. At first, people had laughed. Quiet snickers when Ethan messed with Marcus’s stuff. A few amused looks when Marcus bumped into him a little harder than necessary during drills. It had felt like typical team tension. Competitive. Petty. Normal. But s
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By the third day, the gym felt like its own battlefield. No one said anything outright, but Ethan could feel it: sides were forming, tensions tightening like stretched cords. Who laughed at which joke. Who passed the ball to whom. Who stayed silent when the air turned thick. Every small move carr
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Marcus arrived early the next morning. Ethan had expected him not to be punctual; most transfers took time to learn the ropes, to figure out schedules. But Marcus? Always precise. Always a step ahead.Ethan watched from across the empty gym as Marcus strode past the locker rows, eyes scanning. Calm
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