บททั้งหมดของ Owned by the Star Quarterback; My Dark Obsession {M*M}: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

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. The air between us felt different — heavier, charged with something I didn't have a name for but could feel on my skin like a second heartbeat.I swallowed real hard."I have never done this before." My voice came out smaller than I intended.He didn't laugh and didn't pull back either. Instead, his head dipped lower and his breath grazed the side of my neck in a way that made my whole body betray me at once. "That is not a problem," he said in that low, hoarse voice wrapping around the words like something between a promise and a dare. "You just need to follow your heart and you will get to know how much you can do."And God help me, I almost did.But the shocking thing was that how I ended u

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 behind it that they never bothered to hide.I kept my head down and let them all file out.The classroom emptied slowly, the way classrooms do at the end of a school day when everyone has somewhere better to be. Chairs scraping, bags zipping, voices trailing off down the hallway. I stayed exactly where I was and counted the seconds. I had gotten used to doing that…you know, just sitting still and waiting until the room was clear before I moved. It was easier than walking out in the middle of them and giving anyone a reason to start something fresh.When the last set of footsteps disappeared and the noise finally died down, I let out a slow breath."I don't know what is worse." I muttered to my

Trevor's POV"What are you doing?" I asked, finally cutting through the wild thoughts going through my mind. I moved closer and grabbed his hand to stop whatever madness this was supposed to be.He burst out laughing. Just threw his head back and laughed like I had said something genuinely hilarious. "Dude, it's a joke. Okay?" He pulled his hand back in an easy and unbothered manner, like he hadn't just had me standing there with my brain completely offline for three seconds. Then he straightened up and came closer, dropping his voice as he leaned toward my ear. "But I, uh — I mean, I did see you dream about me in class. You were literally yelling my name and others saw that too.""I did dream about you, but it's called a nightmare." I shifted him slightly away from me, putting enough space between us to breathe properly again. Because if this wasn't teasing from him, then I genuinely didn't know what to call it, and then either way I was done being the subject of it.He wasn't lettin

Trevor's POVAs soon as they; Sean and his team members, disappeared into the private inner rooms, I moved out from where I hid right away.I kept my steps light and quick, hugging the wall until I reached the door, and then I was out. There was no drama and no one spinning around at the last second to catch me with paint-stained fingers and a guilty face. The corridor was empty and I slipped into it like I had simply been passing through.I let out a slow breath once I was clear.‘Okay! That had actually worked.’ I really felt like for once, the universe had decided to do me a favour and I was not going to stand around questioning it.I straightened my jacket, fixed my bag on my shoulder, and walked away calmly, like a person who had absolutely not just vandalized an entire football team's match uniforms — toward the pitch.*****By the time I got to the commentator's stand, the school grounds were already alive. The bleachers were filling fast, students spilling in from every direct

Trevor's POVSeeing everything that had just happened on that field…and aside from already being caught by Sean with the keychain still sitting in his pocket as hard evidence — I felt sick. The kind of sickness which had nothing to do with your stomach and everything to do with the moment you realised that something you did had gone so far past the point you intended that you couldn't even trace the original logic anymore.I had wanted to get back at him. That was it…just a small and clean hit that would sting just enough to make a point. That was all it was supposed to be.It was not supposed to end with Sean Pierre on the ground in the rain holding his arm."Our star quarterback is hurt and something is wrong!" Nadine's voice came through the mic beside me, and I felt the words land in my chest like something physical. I watched from the commentator stand as the rescue team rushed onto the field toward where Sean was on the ground, and the guilt that moved through me in that moment