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Calvin

작가: Anna Wynter
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-03-26 16:22:24

~ CALVIN ~

They are here?

My eyes flicker to the exotic cars and I can easily connect the dots.

The debt collector or whatever father had called it is… are here.

But it's not even my twenty-third birthday yet. What is he or they doing here?

Well, I've never been one to run away from my problems – except Morano which I'm seriously considering doing – So, I sidestep mother and make my way towards the main double doors.

She pulls me back, her eyes pleading. I spare her a glare over my shoulders and that's enough for her to release her hold on me.

I step over the threshold, my cloth dripping water with each step. As soon as I walk past the last partition, they come into view.

Father sits beside two men on the long sofa while another man sit alone on one of the couches. Father and the man sitting to his left have pipes dangling between their lips while the other two cradle alcohol in their hands.

Who in their right senses meet in a place as smelly as this though? Maybe it's true. Birds o
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  • PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M)   Calvin

    ~ CALVIN ~My phone buzzes once. Then again.I’m lying on my back, textbook splayed across my chest, eyes unfocused on the ceiling.I don’t even realize I’ve stopped reading until the second buzz pulls me out of my haze.Bastard: Meet me. Please.And below that—Bastard: I don’t wanna be alone right now.I sit up slowly, the weight of the words hitting me harder than I expected.He doesn’t say much.Never has.But when he does… it’s either to piss me off or pull my soul out of me without even trying.This—this isn’t that Alistair.This is the one he keeps buried beneath arrogance and adrenaline.Maybe it's a prank.The Alistair I know has pride and ego as big as the globe.So, I shrug it off and pick my book again, trying so hard but failing to focus.Some minutes later, my phone buzzes again.Location shared.Huh? He's actually… serious?I stare at it for a second longer than I should. I know this place. Two streets away, the outdoor gym plus playing ground.I grab my jacket and don’

  • PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M)   Alistair

    ~ ALISTAIR ~ It’s deathly silent.No one speaks. No one looks at me.Cleats hit the hallway tile like gunshots. Sweat and regret cling to my skin, heavier than the jersey stuck to my back. The sting in my throat isn't from the sun or the run—it’s from the silence. And something else.The kind that says everything.I walk with the team toward the locker room, but I feel like I’m walking toward execution.And I deserve it.Gunner's the first to move.He growls, eyes flaring as he slams me hard into the locker the second we’re inside. The metal crashes behind my back, loud and final, and then his fists are on me. One, two, three—rage, bone, muscle.I don’t fight back.I let him hit me. Let his fury paint across my cheek and split my lip.Because it’s easier than breathing.Because he’s not wrong.Because I missed that shot.Because I cost us the game.Because that penalty was supposed to be my redemption. My ticket out.A knuckle slices into my brow. My head knocks back against steel. T

  • PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M)   36. Calvin

    ~ CALVIN ~ I wasn't supposed to be here. I mean that literally. I had an assignment due, a pile of notes to review. And give sleeping another shot since I haven't been having enough these days. But here I am. The bleachers were packed, loud with cheers and the occasional boo of screaming idiots. The soccer field is alive with energy. It's the second half of the game against Veritas university. I told myself I just needed air. A walk. Something to clear my head. Somehow, that walk led me here. And somehow, my eyes found him. Alistair Morano, number 7, black jersey clinging to his frame, hair slicked back with sweat. He looked like sin dipped in sunlight, sharp jaw set in frustration as he screams something I couldn't even hear through the loud boos to his teammates. I watch as a guy from the Veritas team strikes the ball toward Aurum goalpost, the ball slipping past the keeper and into the net. The crowd with the yellow flag erupts into loud cheers. “Da. mi. Kay! Da. mi. Kay

  • PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M)   Alistair

    ~ ALISTAIR ~I don't go to class.I know Ray would be pissed—probably yap my ear off once he realized the seat he saved for me would stay empty.Instead, I head toward the faculty library.Don’t ask me why.I can’t read in there. The fonts in the textbooks are too damn small. The words blur together like ants on crack.So I just sat there.Staring into nothing.Replaying that scene over and over in my head until it all blurs into white noise.Then, I must’ve passed out. Thirty-two minutes later, I woke up with a stiff neck and a decision.I’d had enough.I grab my backpack and trudge out, the sunlight slicing through my thoughts as I head to the parking lot. Blast music at full volume the whole ride home, hoping to drown the noise in my head.Home is empty.And I don’t mean no-family-empty. I mean clinically sterile.The only signs of life were the patrol guards sweating in tailored suits, their sunglasses probably like mirrors hiding judgments they didn’t dare voice.I respond to the

  • PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M)   Calvin

    ~ CALVIN ~“I have dyslexia.”The words hit harder than a slap.I stand there, frozen, as those three words echo in my head over and over again—louder than the rushing blood in my ears, louder than anything else.I have dyslexia.Fuck.How didn’t I see it? The missed words, the awkward pauses when he read aloud, the sudden bursts of frustration when we studied… It all makes sense now. And I thought he was just being lazy, or stubborn, or—God, I was such an asshole.He wasn’t ignoring the work. He was fighting a silent battle I didn’t even bother to notice. And now I feel like shit.He told me like a weapon. Like a secret he'd hidden for so long, only to use it now to hurt me. And the worst part? It worked. Because I deserve it.I still don’t move. My feet feel glued to the floor, and my chest feels… hollow. Like something just got yanked out of me and I didn’t even realize how much it mattered until it was gone. And this isn't about me wanting to fuck him, it's because Alistair Moran

  • PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M)   Alistair

    ~ ALISTAIR ~ I can't keep running forever. And so, on the second day of my escape, Ray decided he'd had enough. He barged into my room like a goddamn hurricane and dragged me out. Now here I am, trudging toward our next lecture, his hand on my shoulder like he's the one in charge. Meanwhile, he’s rattling on about something, probably to get on my nerves even more. I couldn’t care less. My eyes are glued to the ground, and all I can think about is not running into him. Not him. Not Calvin. Please, not today. So, I whisper a silent prayer, though I’m not the praying type. I just want to make it through without having to face the mess I created. Ray grips my shoulder tightly and I turn to him slowly. “What?” He chuckles. “Your mind is not even here.” “And so?” “You still haven't told me why you didn't come to school for two days, bitch.” I roll my eyes inwardly. That's one of the problems about having one close friend that's good at reading energies. This fucker knew that I'v

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