Semua Bab Crossing The Line : Bab 1 - Bab 5

Ethan liked quiet mornings. Which was exactly why the sound of the gym door opening pissed him off instantly. He didn’t look up right away. Just tightened the laces on his sneakers, pulling them a little harder than necessary, like that alone could block out the interruption. His earbuds were already in, music loud enough to drown out most things, but not enough to erase awareness. It never did. He had come early. Earlier than usual, even. The gym still carried the remnants of yesterday. Faint sweat in the air, polished wood, the echo of every movement stretching just a little longer in the empty space. It was predictable. Controlled. His. Most of the team wouldn’t show up for another fifteen minutes, or so he had thought. That window was his favorite part of the day. No noise, no pressure, no one watching. Just the rhythm of the ball and the sound of his own breathing. Then the door opened. Ethan exhaled slowly through his nose and pushed himself up, grabbing the ball. He boun

By the third day, the gym felt like its own battlefield. No one said anything outright, but Ethan could feel it: sides were forming, tensions tightening like stretched cords. Who laughed at which joke. Who passed the ball to whom. Who stayed silent when the air turned thick. Every small move carried meaning now, and Ethan had learned quickly that Marcus’s presence amplified everything. Marcus arrived early, as usual, calm and collected. Leaning against the wall, he scanned the gym with those unnervingly sharp green eyes, arms crossed. Ethan’s chest tightened without warning. He hated that he noticed it. Hated that Marcus’s mere existence could make him feel this… unsteady. Ethan’s mind started turning. A plan formed. Not dangerous, not messy, just annoying enough to get under Marcus’s skin without leaving a trace. He waited until Marcus went to grab a basketball. Then, silently, Ethan opened Marcus’s locker. He rearranged his shoes, stacked the towels differently, and switched th

The next day was worse in a way Ethan hadn’t expected. He told himself it was because of the fight, because Coach had forced them into this situation, because the entire team had seen them lose control. That should have been enough to explain the tight feeling in his chest as he pushed open the gym doors earlier than usual, hoping to get ahead of it all. It didn’t work. Marcus was already there. Of course he was. Ethan slowed just slightly when he spotted him near the free-throw line, stretching one arm across his chest, expression calm and unreadable, like yesterday hadn’t happened at all. Like they hadn’t been dragged off each other while the rest of the team watched in silence. There wasn’t even a hint of tension in the way Marcus stood there. If anything, he looked more composed than usual, and that somehow made it worse. Ethan forced himself to keep walking, dropping his bag by the bleachers. He didn’t greet him, didn’t nod, didn’t even look at him again. If Marcus wanted t