chapter 21

Third Person POV:

The kiss remained on both boys minds, eating their other thoughts up, one by one, till the only thought they had was the kiss.

"Isaac." Harrison snapped his fingers in front of Isaac's face, making him snap back to reality. "We're about to play, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah.. uh of course. Why wouldn't I be?" The worry jumped out- what if Harrison knew?

But no, he couldn't. It was the paranoia taking over.

"You and Zavier both seem to be distracted... are you guys okay now?"

Isaac glanced over at Zavier to see him already looking at him, so he quickly averted his eyes, the memories of the kiss rushing back in, triggered by Zavier's face.

"Yeah, we're both fine." He forced a smile.

Harrison had a confused look, but nodded, not having enough time to focus on the strangeness since the game was starting.

"Just focus, alright." Harrison reminded Isaac before they got into their starting positions.

If only he could erase his memory of this morning but no, impossible.

***

It's not that the game was going bad- but it was for Zavier and Isaac.

So far, Isaac had missed two goals, and Zavier kept kicking the ball too wide, or too short.

Zavier was in control of the ball, but his mind wasn't focused. If it was, he would've seen a player from the opposite team coming straight towards him.

At the last second, he looked up and swerved to the right, but it was too late. The grass wasn't fully dry from the rain, and he slid, falling to the side as his leg skidded on the grass.

Isaac watched the whole encounter, wincing a bit as he saw Zavier fall, and cringing when he turned to look at Coach's fuming face.

Zavier embarrassingly got up, scratching the side of his head. Isaac could see Dillon whispering something to Zavier. He couldn't hear what Dillon was saying, but it didn't look good.

Luckily for the team, or unlucky for Zavier, it was half time.

"Reid. Jones. Here now." Coach ordered, stern faced. Zavier and Isaac both reluctantly made their ways to coach, making sure to keep a good distance between each other. "Why the distancing?"

They both shrugged at the same time, but didn't make any effort to come closer together.

Coach shook his head in confusion, but decided to not question it any more. "What the hell is going on with the two of you?"

Isaac looked down at the ground and avoided eye contact with Coach, focusing on the grass instead.

"You've both been distracted this whole game, and we can't afford to lose this game or we won't make the semi finals. So I'm sorry but-"

Isaac's head lifted up quick, realising where this was going.

"-I'd rather you two stay on the bench instead of going back on. This isn't permanent at all, and you might be swapped in before the end of the match, but for now, both of your minds aren't concentrated on the game."

Zavier grumbled under his breath, but none of them dared say anything to make it worse. Being truthful to themselves, they both knew they weren't being alert enough.

Isaac walked to Harrison, who had been watching their mini telling off.

"I'm not going back on Coach said." Isaac sulked.

"It won't be for long. I'm sure Coach will swap you back in." Harrison tried to encourage him, but they both knew that was unlikely.

Now Isaac had not only missed out on 1 match, but 2. Both because of Zavier; though one was directly because of him, and the other was indirectly.

The game started again, this time without Zavier or Isaac, who sat awkwardly next to each other, unfortunately not being able to stay far apart. Zavier tried to keep his eyes on the game, but he couldn't help but take quick peeks at Isaac who was fully engrossed in it.

Isaac swore under his breath, seeing the ball get kicked out, and turned his head to meet Zavier's eyes. Immediately, Zavier looked away from Isaac and stared straight ahead, not daring to look at him again for the rest of the game.

End of the game, and just like they'd guessed, Isaac had sat on the bench for the rest of the game. The only pro coming out of it being that nobody could 'accidentally' bump into him, hitting his bruise.

Isaac left before Harrison could offer to meet; he just wasn't in the mood. Zavier had disappeared and Isaac was left alone in the room, which he was immensely grateful for.

Several hours had passed, and Zavier still hadn't returned. Isaac had gone to get some food an hour ago, but now laid on his bed with his phone.

He scrolled on his phone, looking for anything interesting and settled on a YouTube video about a rejected public promposal.

In the middle of the video, he heard the sound of stumbling into a door, then the door being opened.

Isaac sighed; it had been nice while it lasted. He paused his video, and turned off his phone, trying to mentally prepare for the awkwardness that was about to begin.

"Hi Isaac." Zavier walked in, going side to side a bit.

Isaac was a bit surprised that Zavier had said anything to him, but looking closer, it seemed that he was drunk which explained everything.

"You're drunk?" He still asked, just to confirm his suspicions.

Zavier laughed, "Nooo. I'm just a bit tipsy, that's it." In his hand was a bottle of what looked like some very strong vodka, and some shot cups.

"What is that for?" Isaac looked down at Zavier's hand holding the alcohol.

"For us of course." Zavier placed the stuff on the floor, and pulled Isaac to come and sit on the floor with him.

"Uh... I'm- I don't wanna drink. Thanks though." Isaac looked to the side, wondering the chance of him being able to escape from whatever game Zavier had planned in his mind.

"Relax Issy-"

"Don't ever call me that again." Isaac cringed.

"-We can just play a sweet little game. Just the two of us."

"I don't think that's the best idea." Isaac tried to decline but Zavier either didn't hear, or just most likely ignored him.

Zavier smiled. "Let's play 21 questions. As long as you answer all the questions truthfully, you won't have to drink."

"I don't know."

"Come on. It's only a game, not a full makeout or something."

Isaac tensed, memories of the kiss coming back, but quickly recovered and nodded, "Okay. No drinking."

Zavier just smirked; sure, no drinking.

***

Isaac stared hard at the floor, trying to get his vision to focus. He had been trying to concentrate on thinking of questions, and answering Zavier's, but in the end, his questions had ended up being more like 'What's your favourite colour?' and his answers to Zavier's being quite blunt.

Zavier thought carefully about his next question, a smug smile on his face as he said it. "Did you enjoy the kiss?"

Isaac's eyes widened, as he choked on his own spit. "The w-what?" He looked around nervously, running a hand through his hair.

"You heard me. The kiss." Zavier's drunk self was feeling bold; pushing the limits.

"I'd rather not answer." Isaac timidly spoke.

Zavier rolled his eyes, "Come on Isaac. It's just a question. Yes or no. That's it."

But Isaac still shook his head- he was not prepared to talk about the kiss.

Talking would make it more real.

He just wanted to pretend like nothing happened: but Zavier didn't.

"I'm feeling tired." Isaac looked down at his hands as he spoke. "I think I'm gonna go to b- w- what... errr- what are you doing?" Isaac had looked up to see Zavier coming to sit next to him, leaning against the wall like him.

"I'm sitting next to you."

"Yeah I've noticed that thanks, but I'm gonna go to bed so uh- have a good night I guess?" He half got up, but Zavier pulled his arm back down, forcing him to sit back down.

"You still haven't answered the question."

"I don't have to if I don't want to." Isaac reminded him, suppressing a yawn.

Zavier took his back off the wall, seeming like he was going to drop the matter, but instead went in front of Isaac.

"Okay Zavier. Move out the way." But Zavier didn't move.

"Come on Isaac. Don't spoil the fun." Zavier urged him, wanting an answer to make himself feel better.

Isaac shook his head again, and yawned, looking up at the ceiling.

Isaac stayed quiet, but Zavier didn't budge one bit. "I don't want to say. Stop being weird." Isaac's words came out kind of slurred as he started to fidget with his fingers.

Isaac huffed, but decided the quickest way to end this was to answer the question, so he did. "No." He lied.

"No?" Zavier's face dropped at this.

"Yeah, uh, no." Isaac kept his gaze on the ground, inspecting the floors pattern.

Zavier remained quiet, a sense of disappointment that he didn't understand washed over him, but it had to only be due to the fact that Isaac was indirectly calling him a bad kisser.

Not that he wanted Isaac to enjoy the kiss.

"You're lying." Zavier spoke so low that even he barely heard his words himself.

"Huh?"

He picked up the volume of his voice this time, "You're lying."

"No I'm not."

"Okay, so if I was to come this close-" Zavier lifted Isaac's face by his chin and brought his face close to his. "- You would feel nothing."

Isaac's nerves began to rise a bit, but maybe it was because of the alcohol that he wasn't terrified, "Yes. Exactly that." He agreed.

"Even if our lips-" Zaviers lips brushed his, increasing his heart rate rapidly. It didn't last long, but it was enough to send Isaac's mind into a frenzy. "-brushed like this, you wouldn't feel anything."

Isaac couldn't trust his voice, so just nodded, being full aware of the fact his cheeks were most definitely glowing red.

"You lie a lot Isaac." Zavier whispered against his lips and leaned closer, making it look like he was about to close the gap. Isaac's eyes closed, expecting a pair of lips to meet his, but he was instead met with a bit of breeze from Zavier leaning backwards.

Zavier watched Isaac with a small smile, "Yes then."

"What?" Isaac was still trying to understand what had happened.

"Nothing." Zavier got up like nothing happened and sat on his bed. He had half sobered up now, but Isaac was still drunk.

"Zavier." A hiccup came out of his mouth, making him pause. "Why'd you kiss me?" Since they had already brought up the kiss, there was no point leaving it behind anymore.

"I didn't."

"Yeah, I know that, but uh- yesterday, you said prove it. Why?"

"You should go to sleep."

"But-"

"Goodnight." Zavier pulled out his phone, silencing Isaac who sulked back to his bed, not another word said between the two.

A/N: i've been so busy with school now cuz i have exams and i need to revise etc. normally i have like 4 chapter drafts but i only have 1 now, and i'm still writing it so uh lmao. wrote this in september and only posting it now in october so enjoy pls :) also, i love hamilton (written) 28/09/20