chapter 20

Dillon POV:

5 sudden knocks hit the door repeatedly.

Someone was urgent.

I opened the door to see Isaac standing there with his arms crossed.

Yeah...No.

I went to shut the door, "Harrison's not here.", but his foot stopped the door. "Good." He smiled, walking in.

"What do you want?"

He propped himself on my bed, grinning scarily.

"What is it?" He was creeping me out.

"So... that nude was nice right. Did you like it?"

Shit.

"I have nothing to do with that." I denied immediately. How would he even know? Maybe I wasn't sneaky enough.

"Uh huh." He nodded. "I'm being serious, I know it was you." I repeated.

"Dillon you take me as a stupid person and it hurts me deeply." He chuckled, looking down. "You were the one who photo shopped your best friends nude and leaked it and you wanna know why?" He stood up now, looking into my eyes.

"Why?"

"Because you like him. Simple as that. It's the classic best friends to lover but it's one sided for now. You're jealous that Zavier apparently spends too much time on me so what better way than to make Zavier truly hate me? I mean, personally there's quite a few better methods than making some fake nudes of your best friend but hey, everyone's different."

Was I that obvious? I remained gobsmacked at his observation and I couldn't even say anything to deny it because even if I didn't want to admit it, he was right.

For the first time.

"It's not my fault you always flirt with him. I only made the fake nude so that you'd get away from him. I didn't even mean to send it to the whole soccer group chat i- Wait, how did you know I like him?"

"You literally follow him like a lovesick puppy. How could I not notice?"

"No I don't." I muttered but he just gave me a pitied smile. "Did you tell Zavier?"

"Do you think it would be me here if I had told him?"

Good point.

"What do I have to do for you to stay quiet then?" I grumbled.

"I want you to convince Zavier that it wasn't me who sent the nude."

"How the fuck am I going to do that? He thinks it's you."

"Well convince him then." He stated matter of factly.

"No way. Why am I even listening to you? Zavier wont believe your words over mine." I smirked, folding my arms.

He reached into his back pocket and brought out... his phone? "Oh really? Even with this recording of you admitting it?"

Fuck. He got me.

"I swear to God if you show that to him I'll-" I stopped. There was nothing I could do and he knew that, nodding his head sarcastically and smiling.

"You'll what Dillon? Please go ahead." He egged me on.

"Okay I'll try convince him. Just get out now, I want to leave."

"Yeah you better convince him. Well, good chat bud, see you later." He walked out happily while I thought of any ways to get out of this but no ideas came to my head.

I was screwed.

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Isaac POV:

"What did you say to Dillon?"

I confronted him about making the fake nude because he was jealous of our non existent love relationship so he wanted to frame me to make you really hate me but I was able to get him to admit it was him so now I have blackmail against him that I wouldn't have even wanted to show you anyways...

Maybe that was too much?

Yeah... probably.

So I settled for "Nothing, why?" instead.

"He texted me saying that he just realised it couldn't be you who made the nude because that was around the time he bumped into you so someone must've taken your phone somehow."

"Do you believe him?"

"I don't know." He eyed me suspiciously. "I'm wondering why he would defend you anyways."

"Maybe he's not trying to defend me." I suggested. "Maybe it's so that the actual person who did it doesn't get off with nothing."

"Uh huh, yeah. Maybe."

At least his mood was better than before. "Well let's go speak to Coach then since he's back."

We walked to a little office Coach had decided to perch in, in silence, and upon getting there, Coach gestured for both of us to sit down on the two chairs in front of him.

He kept quiet, looking between the both of us. I much would've preferred to stay in the room then sit here awkwardly.

"So, do you two wanna start and explain what happened to both of you?"

"Isaac leaked a fake nude of me and sent it to our team mates-" He completely threw me under the bus, even when Dillon had literally defended me.

"I didn't and you know that." I butted in, receiving glares from both Coach and Zavier.

"As I was saying, he keeps denying it when it's so obvious it was him."

"And how do you know that?" Coach interrogated him.

"Because it was sent from his phone."

Not again.

He now turned to me,"And why did you do this Isaac?"

This sounded like some counselling session or something. Jesus.

"Well I didn't, that's the thing."

"Stop lying Isaac." Zavier now interrupted me.

"I'm not."

Coach coughed loudly causing us both to stop talking. "Okay we don't need another fight breaking out."

"But I didn't do it." I complained again.

"Do you have proof it wasn't you?"

Now the counselling session had turned into a full ass court hearing.

"No." I muttered, sinking down into my chair.

"Right. Because of the fight, both of you will be missing tomorrow's first match in the morning but I will allow you to play in the second game since these games are important for the team. As for when you go back to school, both of you will have a week detention. Zavier you may leave now but Isaac stay. I need to ask a few more questions."

Fuck no. Zavier gave me one last smirk then walked out, a heavy sigh coming out of my mouth because of the dumb situation.

"Who are you defending son?" He leaned forward, interlocking his hands as he rested his arms on the desk.

Wait... how did he know? "W-what?"

"You heard me."

"I'm not defending anyone." I bluffed, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Oh boy. Is this person really worth you getting in trouble? Is it Kim you're covering for? Because I can-"

"No, n-no it's not Harrison. I'm not covering for anyone, I swear."

"Well if you do decide in the near future to tell me who it is, I'll be waiting here as usual." He motioned for me to leave so I got up, heading back to the room.

"What'd coach say to you?" Zavier immediately questioned me as soon as I walked in.

"Don't wanna talk about it. Especially to you."

He ignored me and carried on talking, "You mad?"

I looked up at him in disbelief, "What do you think Zavier? You know it's not me who leaked it, you could've just said it was a misunderstanding but no, you always like to throw people under the bus."

"So you're mad."

I groaned and stuffed my head into my pillow, resisting the urge to scream into it. Zavier remained quiet, only gentle footsteps being heard.

"Hello."

I took my face off the pillow to find Zavier standing right over me. I jumped slightly- I hadn't even realised he'd moved.

"Don't scare me like that." I warned him, but he only grinned. "Whatever, I'm going for a shower." I got up, and looked for clothes to take.

I had to be more careful with changing since Zavier had some fetish for taking photos of people shirtless.

Reading my thoughts, Zavier spoke up, "I'm not going to look."

"I'm sure you won't. You'd probably take a picture instead." That shut him up, as I entered into the bathroom.

I gladly let the water run down my body, feeling like I was getting cleansed from the events that had happened today. I looked down at my bruise, seeing it form a weird colour but hoped it wouldn't hurt as much by tomorrow.

20 minutes later, I stepped out the shower and dried myself off.

"Oh fuck." I grumbled; I had brought two pants, one of them had looked like a top but it had tricked me. I didn't have any other choice than to go out.

Shirtless.

I'd have to be quick but as soon as I left the bathroom, Zavier's head shot up, his eyes lingering on my stomach before coming up to my eyes.

I grabbed a shirt from my drawers and scruffily slipped it on, "Thought you said you wouldn't look." I reminded him.

"Didn't say where though."

His bad mood had seemed to disappear, his ridiculing side back. "Aren't you mad still? Since you so obviously believe it's me who sent the picture around."

"Meh. Not that deep anymore."

"You're joking right?" I raised my brows in disbelief. "You punched me, got us detention for a week and made us miss out on a match, and now you're saying it's 'not deep'."

"You punched back." He pointed out.

I ignored him and pulled out my phone, remembering I hadn't texted Zara in a while.

isaac: hello

zara: woww... thought u had died

isaac: yeah sorry about that

isaac: just a bit of drama

zara: wht hppened ?

isaac: someone faked zaviers nudes and leaked it to soccer gc

isaac: then he thought it was me and got mad

I never got to see her reply since Zavier's annoying voice rang out again. "Who are you texting?"

I switched off my phone, not prepared for what happened last time he got a hold of my texts. "None of your business."

"You're still sexting with Zara?"

"We're not sexting... wha-? We're not together, where did you even get this sexting idea?"

"Oh come on Isaac, it's obvious. So, what do you chat about? Has she sent nudes? Have you sent dick pics... Actually, if you had, she probably wouldn't be talking to you anymore."

"What the fuck? I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Why?" He smirked. "Too scared?"

I scoffed, "No way. I'm just not discussing my sex life with you of all people." I got up to leave, this was just weird.

"Maybe that's why you can't get with Zara ." He muttered but loud enough so I'd hear it. I turned back around, "What'd you say?"

"You heard me."

"Stop bringing Zara up when she hasn't done anything. Leave her alone." I warned. She had nothing to do with his weird fascination.

"Aww getting defensive. I mean, it's crazy. Zara... going for you. You probably don't even know how to kiss a girls cheek." It was obvious he was riling me up but maybe this was the best way for him to get the rest of his anger out.

"And how the fuck would you know that?"

He laughed, "I know you."

"Stop saying that. You know nothing about me or about what I do with girls."

"And you're saying you're a good kisser then?" He chuckled, raising a brow at me.

"Better than you."

"Prove it then."

"Prove it?" I echoed him.

"Yeah prove it."

"How? You want me to call up every girl I've kissed or something? Cause I'm not doing that."

"Nope, I really thought you were smarter than that."

A big wave of realisation washed over me. "No way. No fucking way am I kissing you. I don't know if you're gay but I'm not."

"You a coward?"

"No... no why the fuck would I be- It's gay Zavier, and I'm not gay."

"Well neither am I."

"I hate to be the one to inform you, but kissing another boy is classified as gay."

"I don't need your smartass side back. It's nothing deep. It's not gay."

"Do you hear yourself? 2 boys kissing is gay, and if you haven't noticed, we're two boys. Why do you even want to kiss me? That's fucking weird."

"I don't specifically want to kiss you. I'm just curious." He shrugged nonchalantly like he had just asked me how to tie a shoe lace . "I've never kissed a boy before."

Well no shit sherlock, if you're straight, you most likely never would.

"Not even Dillon?"

"No why would I kiss him? We're friends."

"Right. So if you're that curious, why don't you kiss him instead? I think that's a better option than me." Or just don't kiss boys if you're straight.

"Because we're not friends which means no feelings attached. It'd be more awkward if I did it with Dillon since we've been friends for so long and I basically hang out with him all the time."

"And who's to say there'll be no feelings attached?"

A mischievous smile lit up on his face, "Unless you like me Isaac, we're both to say that."

"I don't. I definitely don't."

"Alright. No need to convince yourself. So you up?"

"I still don't understand why you're so curious."

"Isaac, you can just say you're a bad kisser if you're that terrified."

"I'm not a bad kisser, shut it."

"Well how can I believe your words? All I hear is chicken."

"Shut up Zavier."

"What's the chicken saying now?" He leant forward, putting his hand by his ear. "Oh it knows I'm right as always. You're a shit kisser."

"Stop it."

"Just admit it."

"Shut up."

"You're a prude."

"Stop."

"That's why you get no girls."

"No."

"I bet even your mom feels sorry for you."

"Lies."

He opened his mouth to most likely utter some other bullshit but I cut him off, giving him what he wanted by connecting my lips to his.

This was a rough kiss full of pent up anger and frustration. I tried hard to ignore the flutters roaming in my stomach as our tongues connected in a battle. Zavier pulled my hair harshly, an uncontrollable groan coming out from my mouth. I heard him mumble fuck against my lips, his body feeling right on mine.

All the unpleasant memories of Zavier flew out of my mind, and everything that had happened as the only thing I cared about was his lips on mine.

His lips left mine, the warmth immediately leaving before going down to my neck. This felt good... too good. I pulled away, pushing him roughly away from me.

"No. No. F-fuck." I shook my head at him, stepping back. This wasn't me; I'm not gay.

I ran out the room, blocking out Zavier's words, and ignoring the pain on my stomach. I didn't stop running until I got outside, at the front of the hotel. There I leaned against the wall, sliding down till I hit the ground, getting a stinging pain from my bruise.

I embraced the cool air around me as I pushed the overwhelming thoughts of the kiss out of my head; much harder to do than said.

Why did I have to be so dumb?

A/N: song recommended by my friend, rachel. uh eventful chapter i hope it's not rushed oops. bear with me lmao... 08/09/20 went from 0-100... they be like 🤼‍♂️ then 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 also this has taken me almost a month to post cuz school has made me so busy with exams already