LOGINTrevor's POV
As I had managed to catch the shorts when Sean threw them. Somehow, the crop top missed my hands completely at some point and dropped straight to the floor.
I looked at it on the floor for a second. Then I looked back up at him.
"No way." The word came out flat and final. I picked up the shorts and threw them straight back at him. "I am not wearing that. You can just make me clean something and get it over with." I he
Trevor's POVThe match continued and the noise from the crowd had reached the kind of level where thinking clearly required deliberate effort. I pulled my focus back to the field and tried to be useful — watching the plays develop, tracking how the reverse straight arrow was landing in real time, making notes on the clipboard that Coach Pierre had left in my hands.What I was actually watching was Sean.He was running the decoy role the way he ran everything on a football field — completely and without half-measures. Every play, the defense came for him. Every play, he positioned himself like the ball was coming to him, drawing that line of defenders toward his position while the actual play went the other direction. He was doing it with the same intensity he used when he was the one receiving the ball, which was the part that made it work — because a convincing decoy required someone who was not performing being a target but actually being one, and Sean was too much of a competitor t
Trevor's POVThe match continued and the noise from the crowd had reached the kind of level where thinking clearly required deliberate effort. I pulled my focus back to the field and tried to be useful — watching the plays develop, tracking how the reverse straight arrow was landing in real time, making notes on the clipboard that Coach Pierre had left in my hands.What I was actually watching was Sean.He was running the decoy role the way he ran everything on a football field — completely and without half-measures. Every play, the defense came for him. Every play, he positioned himself like the ball was coming to him, drawing that line of defenders toward his position while the actual play went the other direction. He was doing it with the same intensity he used when he was the one receiving the ball, which was the part that made it work — because a convincing decoy required someone who was not performing being a target but actually being one, and Sean was too much of a competitor t
Trevor's POVThe match continued and the noise from the crowd had reached the kind of level where thinking clearly required deliberate effort. I pulled my focus back to the field and tried to be useful — watching the plays develop, tracking how the reverse straight arrow was landing in real time, making notes on the clipboard that Coach Pierre had left in my hands.What I was actually watching was Sean.He was running the decoy role the way he ran everything on a football field — completely and without half-measures. Every play, the defense came for him. Every play, he positioned himself like the ball was coming to him, drawing that line of defenders toward his position while the actual play went the other direction. He was doing it with the same intensity he used when he was the one receiving the ball, which was the part that made it work — because a convincing decoy required someone who was not performing being a target but actually being one, and Sean was too much of a competitor t
Trevor's POVThe match continued and the noise from the crowd had reached the kind of level where thinking clearly required deliberate effort. I pulled my focus back to the field and tried to be useful — watching the plays develop, tracking how the reverse straight arrow was landing in real time, making notes on the clipboard that Coach Pierre had left in my hands.What I was actually watching was Sean.He was running the decoy role the way he ran everything on a football field — completely and without half-measures. Every play, the defense came for him. Every play, he positioned himself like the ball was coming to him, drawing that line of defenders toward his position while the actual play went the other direction. He was doing it with the same intensity he used when he was the one receiving the ball, which was the part that made it work — because a convincing decoy required someone who was not performing being a target but actually being one, and Sean was too much of a competitor t
Trevor's POVThe match continued and the noise from the crowd had reached the kind of level where thinking clearly required deliberate effort. I pulled my focus back to the field and tried to be useful — watching the plays develop, tracking how the reverse straight arrow was landing in real time, making notes on the clipboard that Coach Pierre had left in my hands.What I was actually watching was Sean.He was running the decoy role the way he ran everything on a football field — completely and without half-measures. Every play, the defense came for him. Every play, he positioned himself like the ball was coming to him, drawing that line of defenders toward his position while the actual play went the other direction. He was doing it with the same intensity he used when he was the one receiving the ball, which was the part that made it work — because a convincing decoy required someone who was not perfor
Trevor's POVI needed to hear it one more time. Not because I doubted her — Principal Helen was not the kind of person who walked up to students at homecoming games to tell them fiction — but because the sentence she had just said to me was one of those sentences that required more than one pass before it fully landed."Sean told you to pass my budget?" I said it carefully, watching her face, making sure I was not adding anything that was not there."I wanted to reject it." She said it plainly, with the specific directness she used when she was being honest rather than diplomatic. "Knowing the negative effect it might have for him. But he said that you have shown great leadership and that you deserve for it to pass." She held my eyes while she said it. Like she wanted to make sure it went in properly.I stood there.I knew what the budget approval cost him. I had know
Trevor's POV"You thought I could hide what and what exactly did you catch?Point of correction… that boner wasn't about you. It's not like I can control it." I defended myself real quick.It came out more confident than I felt but I held the energy behind it. It was the cleanest exit I had and I n
Trevor's POV"Bye, Trevor." One of the students said it on their way out. I didn't even bother to look up to know who exactly that was because it was either Sean or any of his friends in my class, and I already understood it wasn't some sort of pleasantries. It was sarcasm… the kind with a smile be
Trevor's POVI found Max's words so insulting that something in me just snapped. And I knew better… I knew from experience that snapping back in this school never ended well for me. But backing down had never fetched me anything good either. Not for once and not in the entire time I had been a stud
Trevor's POV"Trevor, I want to have all of you in my mouth." Sean whispered against my ear, his voice so low it felt like it was meant only for the space between us. He closed the distance slowly and deliberately, like he had all the time in the world and knew exactly what he was doing with it. Th







