Mag-log inTrevor's POV
The silence stretched for longer than a silence should. I stood there and watched his face and waited, and the fact that he was taking this long to answer a question that should have had an immediate answer was already telling me something I didn't particularly want to hear.
Then he replied. "It doesn't matter." He said it with that particular heaviness of someone who had arrived at a conclusion they didn't like. "Because I am the quarter
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 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 known it from the day I submitted the proposal — the whole argument had been built around the fact that you could not give
Sean's POV"Tonight, we play our rivals … Velocity Squad." My dad's voice carried across the circle with that particular weight it always had in these moments, the one that made the pre-match ritual feel like something bigger than a pep talk. "This is the only win that matters this season. We have to beat them. Yeah?""Yeah!!!" The team echoed back in unison, and the energy inside that circle tightened the way it always did in the 60 seconds before everything became real."All right." My dad said, and then he did the thing I had not anticipated. He turned and tapped the person standing next to him. "Son, tell him the plan."I registered the word before I registered who he was talking to. ‘Son.’ My head had already started turning toward him … the automatic, years-long reflex of responding to that word in my father's voice … before I processed that his hand was on Trevor's shoulder and not mine.Trevor was kinda startled at first. I watched it happen … the slight jerk of someone who ha
Trevor's POVCoach Pierre had been true to his word. I had gotten a new outfit within the hour. It looked like a proper coaching shirt and fitted trousers, the kind of thing that made you look like you belonged on the sideline rather than beside the water station. When I put it on I stood there for a moment just taking in the fact that I was no longer in the crop top and white shorts, which was a sentence I had not expected to feel as significant as it did.I got to the field sidelines as the evening started filling up … students filing into the bleachers, the energy of the crowd building in that specific way it did before a homecoming match. As everyone carried the particular brightness of people who had been looking forward to something and were now watching it arrive.I found my spot on the sideline and set up the water and electrolyte dispenser that I had been given for the match. Even though Sean had made it
Sean's POV"Dad!" The word came out in a pure reflex and I was on my feet in the same motion, because sitting there in that position with Trevor while my father was standing in the doorway was not something I was going to maintain for a single second longer than I had to.He raised his right hand away from his waist, one finger extended, making a point before I had said another word. "It's Coach Pierre at school, son."I knew that tone. I had grown up with that tone … the one that said we are in a professional environment and you will conduct yourself accordingly, delivered with the specific edge that meant he had already decided several things and was currently in the process of enforcing them. I also registered, in the half-second after he said it, that the correction was about the title and not about what he had walked in on. Which meant either he had not seen what I thought he had seen, or he had decided not to address it in front of Trevor, or something else was happening that I
Trevor's POVWhatever he found funny about it, I was going to leave that with him. It was what it was and it wasn't my job to manage his reaction to accurate information."Yeah." He said, settling back slightly. "I am the quarterback. So that is normal."I looked at him. He had missed the point. Not deliberately though, as I could see from his expression that he had heard what I said and processed a version of it that was significantly less specific than what I had actually meant, and I needed to close that gap before the conversation moved on."Yeah." I said. "Well. Even if you are nowhere near the ball?"That landed differently. The easy expression pulled back and something more attentive replaced it … the shift that happened on his face when something had arrived that required actual thinking rather than a quick response. The smirk was all gone now."Look, here." I turned the laptop toward him and moved my finger to the specific timestamp I had been building toward. We both leaned
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







