Owned by the Star Quarterback; My Dark Obsession {M*M} のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 79

Sean's POV"Tonight, we play our rivals … Velocity Squad." My dad's voice carried across the circle with that particular weight it always had in these moments, the one that made the pre-match ritual feel like something bigger than a pep talk. "This is the only win that matters this season. We have to beat them. Yeah?""Yeah!!!" The team echoed back in unison, and the energy inside that circle tightened the way it always did in the 60 seconds before everything became real."All right." My dad said, and then he did the thing I had not anticipated. He turned and tapped the person standing next to him. "Son, tell him the plan."I registered the word before I registered who he was talking to. ‘Son.’ My head had already started turning toward him … the automatic, years-long reflex of responding to that word in my father's voice … before I processed that his hand was on Trevor's shoulder and not mine.Trevor was kinda startled at first. I watched it happen … the slight jerk of someone who ha

Trevor's POV I needed to hear it one more time. Not because I doubted her — Principal Helen was not the kind of person who walked up to students at homecoming games to tell them fiction — but because the sentence she had just said to me was one of those sentences that required more than one pass before it fully landed. "Sean told you to pass my budget?" I said it carefully, watching her face, making sure I was not adding anything that was not there. "I wanted to reject it." She said it plainly, with the specific directness she used when she was being honest rather than diplomatic. "Knowing the negative effect it might have for him. But he said that you have shown great leadership and that you deserve for it to pass." She held my eyes while she said it. Like she wanted to make sure it went in properly. I stood there. I knew what the budget approval cost him. I had know

Trevor's POVThe match continued and the noise from the crowd had reached the kind of level where thinking clearly required deliberate effort. I pulled my focus back to the field and tried to be useful — watching the plays develop, tracking how the reverse straight arrow was landing in real time, making notes on the clipboard that Coach Pierre had left in my hands.What I was actually watching was Sean.He was running the decoy role the way he ran everything on a football field — completely and without half-measures. Every play, the defense came for him. Every play, he positioned himself like the ball was coming to him, drawing that line of defenders toward his position while the actual play went the other direction. He was doing it with the same intensity he used when he was the one receiving the ball, which was the part that made it work — because a convincing decoy required someone who was not performing being a target but actually being one, and Sean was too much of a competitor t

Trevor's POVThe match continued and the noise from the crowd had reached the kind of level where thinking clearly required deliberate effort. I pulled my focus back to the field and tried to be useful — watching the plays develop, tracking how the reverse straight arrow was landing in real time, making notes on the clipboard that Coach Pierre had left in my hands.What I was actually watching was Sean.He was running the decoy role the way he ran everything on a football field — completely and without half-measures. Every play, the defense came for him. Every play, he positioned himself like the ball was coming to him, drawing that line of defenders toward his position while the actual play went the other direction. He was doing it with the same intensity he used when he was the one receiving the ball, which was the part that made it work — because a convincing decoy required someone who was not performing being a target but actually being one, and Sean was too much of a competitor t