All Chapters of Sidelined Hearts : An M x M Original : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Christian The back of my ears burn a bright shade of red I thankfully can't see when he finishes his absurd list. He thinks I don't like him? He doesn't even know the half of it. I can't fucking stand his prissy ass. The dark consuming feeling returns in full force once he finishes his round off, and I suddenly want to punch his stupid face. Why is he even talking to me? Why won't the fucking guy just walk away from me? It's not bad enough that everything around me suddenly smells like him, because he's standing barely two feet from me. Basically encroaching my space if you ask me, since no one thought the guy the concept of personal space. Every time I take a deep breath, I can smell his soft but rich cologne, corroding my senses and leaving a lingering feel, practically begging me to suck on his neck and taste it Now he's spitting out things he thinks he knows about m

Christian. Could I have handled things better? Maybe. Did I? Absolutely not. I hate the guy, that much I know. And it's not the kind of hate you admit, and then realize you actually burn for the person. I'm one hundred percent sure of it. Everything about Ashford Ryder infuriates me. His harmless casual teasing, the way he carries himself, the way he plays soccer. I fucking despise everything. Jealousy is an ugly emotion, but it's not like knowing what it is can change how I feel. I hadn't lied to him—I really did wish I never saw the guy again, and I would bash his face in the next time I saw him. The fucking dick. Even though everything he did tonight did made my own dick hard as hell, I still hate him. I probably hate him even more for doing that, because how dare he raise such animal lust in me? I rub down my face frantically as I walk back to my hotel room. More like half jog, and half walk. I'm wound tighter than a cord about to snap, and I know what I need is a har

Christian. The sunlight streaming down my window I can ignore, but the loud blaring sound in my room that's so loud, I want to smack the object—that is quite impossible to ignore. I frown and roll around the bed, slapping my hand everywhere, while I try to pinpoint the exact location of the ringing. I don't find it, and my frown deepens. Fuck, it's too early to be in a bad mood, but I really don't want to open my eyes. The ringing suddenly stops, and I sigh. Maybe whoever the fuck is calling me will get the message that I don't want to answer, and finally stop calling. Besides, it can't be more than 8 am in the morning, and everyone who truly knows me, knows that I don't do mornings. Always hated them. I don't understand how anyone can be happy so early in the day. Soph calls me a storm cloud in the sunny mornings, while she's always cheerful and eager. Shit, which reminds me, Soph. I forgot to call her last night, after my match. I must have been really exhausted if I fo

Christian"Why? Why do they think that?" I run my hands through my hair, disheveling it even more. I'll probably regret that, when I have to get changed later. Jared's reply comes back quickly. "What do you mean, why do they think that? Chris, you fucking glared at the guy!" He doesn't sound upset per say, but he says the words like I'm an irresponsible child who did something stupid. Heck, he'll probably blow a fuse if he knew said player caught me badmouthing him in the bathroom. Not for the first time, I realize how careless and stupid I'd been. It could have been anyone. Absolutely anyone could have caught me saying those things about Ashford. I can't deny that I'd been extremely lucky it was him who heard me, and he didn't want to do anything about it. Or maybe he does, if I remember the way he'd all but slobbered around me last night, begging me to shag him. The little shit. "When I heard the news, I was ready to fight, you know? Defend your shit. Imagine my surprise wh

Ashford. "That's not true. Richard was hot, although Christian is hot in a different kind of way." I plaster a smug smile on my face, and drag the phone back to myself, letting my eyes roam over the picture heatedly If Cole wants to be fucking pissed at me because I don't want an innocent man caught in unnecessary crossfire's then he can. He shoots me a glare that makes the redness of his cheek increase, and I turn away from him. Maybe my recent decision is the right one for more reasons than just wanting to piss the older player off. Distance from my besotted teammate would be good. I'll probably miss the rendezvous, but I'm pretty sure it's run it's full functional course. Cole's been too prissy these days, like something's crawled up his ass and died there. I don't like it. Pierce seems to notice the tension between us, and snorts. "Calm down, guys. No need to exchange blows."He raises a brow at my clenched fists, and my eyes