로그인Zaire Gibson spent years hating Sebastian Burkhart - the arrogant, charming captain of Milton Academy's football team. Their rivalry has always been explosive, from locker-room brawls to public fights that nearly got them suspended. But beneath Zaire's fury lies something he refuses to name... something that scares him more than losing a game. Sebastian, on the other hand, knows exactly what he feels, and it's killing him. He's been in love with Zaire for years, forced to hide it behind smirks, taunts, and bruised knuckles. Every fight, every insult, every stolen glance only pulls him deeper into the boy who will never love him back. But when one charged night tears the line between enemies and something else entirely, both boys are forced to face the truth: maybe what's between them was never hate at all.
더 보기ZAIRE'S POV "I said I was sorry, man. What more do you want me to do?"I said to Jasper, my patience already thinning with him. I don't know how many times he wanted me to fucking apologize? "You fucking hit me man and I had to go home and explain to my father why I have a fucking black eye." Jasper said angrily"Do you have any idea how fucking unbearing that old man is?" "I get it alright? I'm sorry." "Not so fucking easily, boy. You are going to have to make it up to me." "Fine. What do you want." Jasper smirked, running a hand over his dump curls."Those Louis Vuitton kicks of yours I like." "X480 Fiber optic?" "Yea---" "Hell no!" "Then fuck off."Jasper said ,turning towards his locker. We were just done showering after practice ,preparing to head home. "Ah come on Jas, you know I can't give you those man. You can choose any kicks you want. Not those ones." "Yeezy 1 prototype?" "You can easily buy them yourself." "I can't. You know after that bonfire fight, I have
SEBASTIAN'S POV I was woken up by the sound of my alarm going off on the dresser next to my bed. I groaned, throwing my hand out to shut it off. It was finally Monday, and after the horrible weekend I had, I couldn't feel any more fucking depressed. Mondays sucked. And so was school, especially for someone like me who was still nursing a fucking heartache. But that didn't matter though because it was time to wake up and get read for school regardless ,unless I wanted to deal with Ms. Kate Wilson herself. Mommy dearest-she would have my head before I even think of skipping school. I reluctantly pushed myself off the bed ,feeling the soft fur of the mat under my bare feet. I could hear the crushing of waves outside from the private beach that was basically the backyard of my house. That was the life of Kingmoore Court for you-expensive, beautiful, and nature friendly. The sunrise and sunset were the best part. At least they usually were. But today, the sunrise made my chest hurt.
ZAIRE'S POV It was Sunday noon. The sun was out, the air cool with a gentle breeze that carried the scent of newly cut grass and blooming flowers. Trees swayed lightly, their leaves still young and a soft shade of green, almost glowing when the sun hit them. The sky was clear, the kind of soft blue that only shows up in early spring. Everything outside felt alive. Fresh. Peaceful. But then there was me. A complete contrast to the beautiful day outside. I felt so boxed in, demoralized, and numb as fuck as I floated lifelessly in the center of our homepool. Obviously, I wasn't dead, but I might as well have been because that was how I felt in that moment....dead. My dad, Gloria, and her daughters were at church , leaving me home alone since Miss Maeve wasn't working on Sundays. My eyes were closed as my mind kept looping mercilessly around the events that took place on Friday night at Caleb's party. I left my room thinking that maybe a little swim could help clear my mind, but
SEBASTIAN’S POV I let go of Zaire’s wrist and moved both of my hands up to cup his cheeks. Surprisingly, Zaire didn’t try to fight me anymore. Instead, he started to move his lips, slow and timid like he was scared of something. I slightly tilted his face, desperate to deepen the kiss as far as I could. I wanted to taste every inch of his mouth. After all these years of craving him, I needed at least a sliver of satisfaction before this was over because this was probably the first and last time I’d ever get to kiss him.I sucked on his tongue with desperation, dragging a sound out of him—a moan—soft but deep, the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. My fingers tightened around his face, a muffled groan vibrating out of my chest as my dick twitched inside my jeans. But unfortunately for me, that was the exact moment that forced Zaire back to reality. Like I knew he would, he shoved me so hard I stumbled back. Then he tried to punch me, but I was quick to grab hold of his wrist.
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