All Chapters of HEATED OFFSIDES : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LoganThanksgiving was super fucking awesome and gosh, I ate so much I could have puked by the time I woke up in the morning still feeling full."Have fun at school, Logan," she waves at me from the door, and Dad also waves."Yeah, Mom, I'm gonna have fun," I reply sarcastically while rolling my eyes.Emma gives me the middle finger from behind Mom and Dad just before I enter the Uber."Oh, Emma, really?" I say very loudly, and Mom and Dad turn to look at her. She immediately drops her hand and I laugh.The car moves and Mom, Dad, and Emma disappear in the distance along with the housing neighborhood.*********After practice, Eli talked to me. And yes, about Nate.At this point, I don't think I could care less. I'm so fucking tired of his shenanigans.The only thing he has ever done is make me upset. Yeah, I understand why he doesn't wanna come out. I'm not forcing him. But how dare he blame me for coming out?How dare he put whatever is his problem on me?And I couldn't help but gla

Logan "It doesn't matter what I want." I shake my head as Dylan and I take our leave from the hospital. Too bad I have to leave without even getting to speak to the hot doctor. "What matters is that Nate isn't gonna budge." "And how do you know that?" Dylan's eyes are on me while we walk, but my face is looking straight ahead. I hope he doesn't fall. "What?" "How do you know he isn't gonna budge?" "Have you seen the boy? He always has something stuck up his ass or something. We managed to become..." I pause. We're not friends. We don't talk like friends. We're just fucking. Oh man, we're fuck buddies. Ugh, the words feel like a bitter aftertaste on my tongue. Fuck buddies. Just like that. Fuck, am I a man whore? Why would I be fuck buddies with someone I don't even consider my friend? "Managed to become??" Dylan asks expectantly and winces slightly at his wrist. The doctor had decided to wrap his arm in a cast, claiming it would ease the pain and make him heal faster or whatno

Logan Nate, for all his actions, didn't apologize to me once. He came back to the dorm in the middle of the night. I woke up scared shitless to see someone on his bed, only to confirm that said person was, in fact, him. And after scaring me half to death like that, he didn't even apologize when I came back after practice. The only thing he does is stare at me from across the locker room like some lost puppy. And God, it makes me feel so weird, like can't he ever act normal. And of course, I had to ignore him. Mostly because he was always looking at me and it's so fucking annoying and weird. Plus, it kinda felt good to know that he finally felt bad about all his shit and I was giving him a taste of his own medicine. And in a way, it helped me get closer to the others. Apart from the fact that I'd been banging Nate, it did feel good to know that Cam, Dylan, and Eli are not homophobic. And Cam is especially intrusive. Like why the fuck does he wanna know if I'm the top or the bott

Logan After I dump my bag in the room downstairs, we all settle onto the couch, Dylan and Cam sitting on each side of me, seemingly protecting me if need be. Not that I need it. But it sure does feel good. "What are we gonna watch?" I toss the popcorn up in the air, and Cam angles his head and catches it in his mouth. "Ugh, don't even start. I already decided the movie we're gonna watch tonight," Dylan says. "I'm not watching Home Alone again," Nate groans, and Dylan snorts. "It's not Home Alone, prick." Dylan turns on the TV and plays a movie called Purple Hearts. "A rom-com?" Eli whines, and Nate also grunts in agreement. "What's wrong with a rom-com?" I ask, and Dylan looks at me like I just saved his life. "Thank you. Don't mind these big brutes." "I'm not a brute, and I don't have a problem watching rom-coms," Cam quips in. "Of course you're not," Dylan states as a matter of fact. "Well, I don't want to watch Purple Hearts." Nate folds his arms over his chest. "W...w

Logan "Ready?" Dylan holds the control switch for the lights in his hands, his face nearly splitting in two from the wide smile on it. "Yes, yes." Cam eagerly nods, and Eli switches off all the lights in the house. For a second, it's dark inside except for the faint twinkle of stars outside and the lights on the neighbor's porch. I hear a click, and almost immediately, the Christmas tree lights up. The star at its pinnacle begins a slow twirl, and the little bulbs hanging on the branches change colors. From gold to red to green and then back to gold. The tiny Santa Claus at the foot of the tree starts speaking, that is the mechanism inside the toy, "Merry Christmas, ho ho ho." "Awwwn, that's so cute," Cam squats to inspect the toy. "I didn't see you get this at the store." "I just got it on a whim at the mall. Time to place the gifts." To us, today, the 22nd day of the month, is Christmas Eve and the 23rd, Christmas Day. So we all place our gifts at the foot of the tree and ge