Suspended Bryson POV I follow Coach into his office, the air heavy like something waiting to drop. My heart pounds so hard I can hear it in my ears. Coach closes the door behind us with a soft click. He moves to sit behind his desk, his expression carefully neutral. "Sit down, Bryson." I sink into the chair across from him, my hands gripping my knees to keep them from shaking. Coach leans back and studies me for a long moment. "Do you want to explain anything before we begin?" I blink, confused. "Explain what?" He sighs heavily, like he's disappointed. Then he picks up his phone, taps the screen a few times, and turns it around to face me. The locker room video plays. My stomach falls through the floor. I watch myself on that screen, Julian and I against the lockers, hands under clothes, mouths pressed together desperately. I can't breathe or look away, nothing body functions work, I just sit unable to do anything except watch this private moment displayed like evidence. Co
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