Quiet Waters (boyxboy)

Hey! this is my first story on Wattpad, and I'm pretty excited, and this is a boyxboy story, if you didn't see the title, anyways, hope you enjoy and comment and vote. That's all for now! Oh, and Melsworld created the awesome cover, thanks again, Melsworld!

Chapter 1: Cole's POV

I grunted as the hard impact of my teammate slammed into me as I tried to charge through him. Luckily for me, but unfortunately for my fellow teammate, I was bigger and stronger, so of course I got through him.

As I sprinted to the five-yard line, I heard my coach blow his whistle and the he proceeded to shout, “Bradley, good work out there, man,”

I grunted as every guy does as some sort of 'your welcome'. I didn't understand why we did that though, but I didn't give a damn.

“Ok, team, we're done for the day, let's hit the showers!” I called out since I was the star quarterback, and I was supposed to be a good 'team leader'. I guess I was an ok leader...wait, scratch that, I was an awesome leader. Hell yeah.

I then felt a hand grasp onto my shoulder. I turned around to see my best friend, Caleb Matthews. “Hey, Cole,” he began. Now, I should probably explain something to you. I had known Caleb for a very long time, and I have developed the theory of how he talks correlates to how he feels. For example, right now, he was using his, 'dude, I, like really need something from you' voice. “You know the party this Friday night at Caitlin Castlte's house?” I nodded. “You can hook a brother up, right?”

I sighed; of course Caleb would want to go since Caitlin's parties were always the best...well, except for mine of course. But I wasn't allowed to have any parties because of my bastard of a father. God, did I hate his guts....

But, being the amazing friend that I am, I tell Caleb sure, and then we talk about what a bitch some our teachers can be. Both of us, and I'm sure a vast majority of high school students in the world, have had their share of teachers that didn't teach them anything...what a waste of our government's money and resources.

So the entire Varsity football team was in the locker room, and then Coach stood up on one of the benches, and shouted for us to shut the hell up. “So this Friday, we have our game against Glendale high school, and so far, they're undefeated, so we'll need to put in more hours this week than ever, alright?”

We all nodded in agreement; we were all like a huge family of only guys, and it was pretty cool, no drama, just a bunch of dudes playing an awesome sport.

Caleb and I talked about who would be at Caitlin's party and who we did and didn't have sex with yet, and admittedly, my 'have' list was a bit shorter than my 'have not', and a whole lot shorter than Caleb's long-ass list.

“Don't worry, dude, you'll find that there are plenty of hot girls waiting to get laid this Friday, you'll see.” He said goodbye to me and left the locker room, leaving me in it alone as usual since I was always the last one in the locker room since I had to make sure that no one left anything 'funny' behind. I swear not all football players are jerks....

I walked home since my truck was in the shop getting the engine fixed, and God, did I hate walking after being so used to my truck. My feet were killing me, especially after those tackling drills and sprints in football practice.

As I was walking home though, I heard an almost-silent splash from the house next to mine. The splash was so quiet, it sounded beautiful to me...not to be gay or anything.... Now, I knew that my neighbors had a pool, we were in California so of course people had pools, it's just that I didn't know exactly who my neighbors were. Some call it antisocial, I call it minding my own business.

I glanced at the brown, wooden fence which separated me and whatever made that sound in the water.

I shook my head, trying to refocus on getting into my house. I took out my keys from my pocket and was looking for the right one, when I heard another splash next door. I dropped my keys onto the ground.

“Dammit,” I cursed, picking them back up again and finally entering my house, where I was greeted by my Golden Labrador Retriever, Bud, and my eight year-old brother, Paul.

I scratched Bud behind his ears and ruffled Paul's dark gold hair. I smiled at Paul, looking at him. He really did look like me; same dark gold hair color, except mine was a bit longer, same dark blue eyes, and same sun-kissed complexion, which, may I add, really was helpful with the ladies.

“How was school, bro?” I asked him, dumping my backpack by the entrance to my room.

“Good. I learned lot and lots of new things!” he smiled even more, if that was possible, and then went on to tell me what he learned during his entire day, not that I minded, seeing that it brought joy to his young, sweet, innocent face, something he didn't experience enough for someone his age.

I chuckled a little, and then prodded him to get started on his homework. “But big brother, I'm hungry,” Paul whined.

I sighed and then told him that I'd start dinner as long as he got his homework started now.

So Paul went off to the small table we had in the family room, if you could call what we had a family.... Our mother died when I was fifteen, three years ago, and when Paul was five. Ever since then, Dad has been like the devil himself, coming home drunk all of the time, threatening to kill us, and fighting with me and random strangers at the bar.

I looked out the window to make sure Dad wasn't coming home yet, and seeing that the coast was clear, I put Paul's dinner on a plate, making sure to give him my helping of dinner as well, and served Paul his dinner: spaghetti and meatballs, one of his favorites. I started texting Caleb while Paul ate his food and finished his homework, occasionally helping him with a problem or two.

When Paul finished his homework and dinner, I let him go to his room and told him to lock his door so Dad couldn't get inside of his room.

When my brother was out of sight, I sighed and slumped down in the cold, uncomfortable chair and ate what Paul left on his plate, contemplating the point of me doing my homework now, even if it wouldn't help my grade one bit.

All of a sudden, I heard slurred words coming from outside from the driveway, slowly getting closer to the front door of this shabby old house. I focused in onto the sounds that the clearly drunk man made, and recognized it immediately; may son of a bitch father.

“Cole!” dad roared, bursting through the door, practically ripping it off of its hinges.

“Dammit,” I muttered, not only because I would have to fix the door if he wrecked it again, but I'd also been disappointed that he'd bothered coming home at all.

My dad was, unfortunately, the person who my brother and I had gotten our looks from; he was a man of slightly larger-than-average height, same dark gold hair, same dark blue eyes, and same tanned skin.

He walked over to me, without falling surprisingly, and looked me in the eyes and spoke, “Whattya' thank yo' doin', boy?” Not only did his words slur horribly, but his breath was filled with the scent of alcohol.

“Nothing,” I said calmly, used to his horrible treatment of other people.

My father grunted briefly and then said, “Good. Now get your ass into bed...Now!”

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled, shuffling off to my room, which was located next to Paul's; for his own safety and my assurance at night. If Dad ever hurt Paul like the way hes hurt me... well let's just say I can get angrier that my dad if I really tried.

I closed my eyes eventually, and fell asleep, dreaming of scoring the final touchdown at this Friday's Glendale game.

-Next Morning-

I groaned as I got up from my stiff little bed which was way too small for my six-foot-and-two-inch frame. I looked at the clock on my phone, and discovered that at the rate I was going, Paul would be late getting to school, and I didn't want him getting in trouble. So, I quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and luckily found Paul waiting for me by the counter.

“Hey, ready to go?” I asked Paul, grabbing my own backpack and making sure Dad was still passed out on the couch.

“Yeah, let's go, big bro!” Paul smiled at me and walked out of the door, with me following right behind him.

After I saw that my brother was more than capable of walking the last ten feet by himself. Unfortunately, Sine the bell rang for Paul's school, this meant that I was already late for my school; dammit....

After arriving halfway through first period, I slumped into my chair and tried to understand the Geometry lesson for today, and so far, I wasn't doing that well. It's not my fault that the teachers sucked at teaching crap...it didn't help either that my teacher was talking way too fast for a normal person to comprehend anything.

The bell rang, and I was glad that Hell was over, until I ran into someone in the hallway, but I did feel kind of bad for running into him the way that I did, since he fell flat onto his back with a very loud crashing sound. At least I didn't know him....