Semua Bab Owned by the Star Quarterback; My Dark Obsession {M*M}: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Trevor's POVI cannot explain what was happening to me.I had gotten to school, found my seat, done everything that was supposed to happen in the normal sequence of a school morning, and somewhere between sitting down and the first few minutes of class, something had stopped working. Not dramatically; it wasn't like a sudden thing. It was more like a slow drift, like the connection between my brain and the rest of my body had started to lose signal without me noticing until it was already gone.Everything went blurry. Not completely as I could still see shapes, people, the general shape of the classroom … but the edges of things had softened in a way that made focus feel like work. I could see Sean's mouth moving beside me and I could hear sound coming from the direction of his face but the words were not assembling themselves into anything that landed with meaning.I tried to reach toward him. I mean, I wanted to touch his face, something solid, or even something I could use as an an

Sean's POVI had sat still long enough. Whatever happened next in this classroom was going to happen with me involved in it, because the alternative; which was watching Trevor go down in front of a Cambridge scout while I stayed in my seat and did nothing … was not something I was willing to do.I stood up right away without giving it a second thought."This is not what it looks like, Ms Hearty." I said it clearly, reaching over to Trevor and helping him back down into his seat with one hand steady at his back."And you are?" Mr Benson asked, shifting his attention from Trevor to me with the specific interest of someone who had just watched something unexpected and wanted to understand the full picture."That is Sean Pierre." Ms Hearty answered before I had opened my mouth to respond, and there was a brightness in her voice that was specific to the mention of my name in certain contexts at this school. "The star quarterback."I returned the smile that came with the introduction. "Yeah

Trevor's POV"But Sean is not as hot as your boyfriend, Trevor." Nadine said it with a tap on my arm and that smile that said she thought she was being helpful. Then she kept going, because Nadine when she started something always finished it. "Trevor has been hooking up with this really hot guy that he has really been into."I stood there and kept my face exactly where it was.She was saying it again. The same thing she had said the first time, back before the lock-in, with the same complete confidence of someone presenting verified information. And the problem … the specific, immediate problem — was that Sean was standing right there hearing every word of it and drawing his own conclusions, and Nadine had no idea that the guy she was describing and the guy she was currently standing next to were the same person.Sean made a sound. Short and low, somewhere between a huff and a scoff, and the expression that came with it was the one that arrived on his face when something had landed t

Trevor's POV The coach had asked me to review old footage ahead of the homecoming match and I had taken it seriously enough to actually sit down with my laptop and do it properly rather than half-doing it while thinking about something else. I had my laptop on my lap, earphones in one ear, a notebook open beside me with observations I had been building over the last 40 minutes. The footage was grainy in some places … older recordings from two seasons back — but the patterns were visible if you watched for them. I had developed a system: pause, note, rewind, confirm. Repeat. It was the same approach I used for exam prep, and now I had just applied to something I had previously had zero interest in understanding. You know, things had changed. I was focused enough that the knock at the door registered but did not immediately pull me up from what I was doing. Then the door opened and I looke

Sean's POV"Dad!" The word came out in a pure reflex and I was on my feet in the same motion, because sitting there in that position with Trevor while my father was standing in the doorway was not something I was going to maintain for a single second longer than I had to.He raised his right hand away from his waist, one finger extended, making a point before I had said another word. "It's Coach Pierre at school, son."I knew that tone. I had grown up with that tone … the one that said we are in a professional environment and you will conduct yourself accordingly, delivered with the specific edge that meant he had already decided several things and was currently in the process of enforcing them. I also registered, in the half-second after he said it, that the correction was about the title and not about what he had walked in on. Which meant either he had not seen what I thought he had seen, or he had decided not to address it in front of Trevor, or something else was happening that I