All Chapters of Owned by the Star Quarterback; My Dark Obsession {M*M}: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Trevor's POV As I had managed to catch the shorts when Sean threw them. Somehow, the crop top missed my hands completely at some point and dropped straight to the floor. I looked at it on the floor for a second. Then I looked back up at him. "No way." The word came out flat and final. I picked up the shorts and threw them straight back at him. "I am not wearing that. You can just make me clean something and get it over with." I heard how frustrated I sounded and I didn't bother hiding it either because at this point, I couldn't even hide it anymore. He caught the shorts without even looking down at them. Then that smile came in a slow and deliberate manner…the exact way that meant he had been expecting exactly this response and had already prepared for it. "Well, it's either this," he said, holding the shorts back out toward me with one hand while the other gestured loosely between us, "or you

Trevor's POVI had hit my limit. I could feel it… that specific point where absorbing something quietly stopped being the smart move and started being the thing that finished you off."So, I'm your slave or I get expelled, right?" I said it directly to Sean, looking at him straight. "Those can't be my only two options, Sean.""We are at practice." His voice was flat and immediate. "So call me Captain. Because it would do you a whole lot of good if you get used to that and the sooner you learn it, the better." He said it with a completely straight face, no heat in it and no performance either. Just the reminder, delivered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.I looked at him.He looked back even without the slightest hesitation.I was beginning to think that this, which includes; the captain thing, the uniform, all of it — was less about school spirit and more about one very specific point he wanted to drive home. The fact that he led and others followed. Also, that I was cu

Trevor's POV"Why don't you go ahead and organize the equipment locker, huh?" He finally said, crossing his arms and throwing in a single unbothered wink. His tone carried that 'final decision and zero negotiation' energy that I had already learned not to waste breath on."Fine." I said it like I genuinely did not care. Because for real, I didn't give a damn. At least, it wasn't something that was ‘impossible’ like I was already thinking that he would come up with…just like the typical Sean that I have always known.*****The equipment store was at the far end of the corridor behind a heavy door that announced itself with a long creak when I pushed it open. I found the light, turned it on and stood in the doorway for a moment just taking in the full picture of what I had been assigned to.Realizing that it was a complete disaster and I really didn't know where exactly to start from. The gear was piled with no system whatsoever, cones thrown on top of each other, resistance bands tangl

Trevor's POVEven with everything I had told myself on the walk over, even with all the rational, sensible, completely reasonable arguments I had lined up — I could not help the feelings that were already moving through me in that shower space. And the fact that Sean seemed lost in the same mood… that quiet and charged thing sitting between us while my hands were still in his hair, which kept me completely helpless in a way I had not felt before. It was a mood I never knew I had been missing until I was standing right inside it.Then Sean reached out from where he was sitting and turned the shower knob slightly. Got some water he collected in his palm. And before I had even fully processed what he was doing, he turned and splashed it directly at me.The water hit my crop top and I gasped, stepping back slightly. He was facing me now, still sitting, and he licked his lips slowly — that deliberate, unhurried movement — and then let his gaze travel from the top of my head all the way dow

Trevor's POV"What are you doing?" Sean advanced fast, pushing Max away with enough force that Max had to take two steps back to find his balance."What?" Max snapped, steadying himself and squaring his shoulders back up like he needed a second to remember he wasn't supposed to look rattled. "We are showing him what happens when you mess with the football team." He said it pointing directly at me, like I needed to be identified in the situation.Sean moved in and seized Max by the collar in one clean motion. "I told you. He is mine." He pushed him back again, harder this time. "Only I get to mess with him."I stood there and processed that sentence.Excuse me? Because I needed to make sure I had heard that correctly. ‘He is mine.’ That was what Sean Pierre had just said in the middle of a school corridor in front of an audience, with complete calm and a straight face, like it was the most obvious and reasonable thing in the world to say out loud.I did not know what to do with that, a