chapter 25

Third person POV:

1 minute.

That's how much time was left of the game.

It was a draw at 1-1, but the ball was by the other teams goal and they were in control, until it was intercepted by Luke.

Luke quickly passed the ball to Ben, who brought it down to their side of the field, then swiftly passed it to Kamal.

All they needed to do was score a goal in these remaining 30 seconds, and they would be the winners.

The other teams players were hot on their trail, coming close to Kamal, who was luckily able to pass the ball to Isaac who received it with no interceptions.

Now, all Isaac had to do was score a goal, easier said than done.

The pressure was rising: if he didn't score his goal, then although they wouldn't directly say, his teammates would be disappointed, but if he did score the goal, he would've helped win the tournament for them.

Isaac glanced up to see where the goalkeeper was, then did a fake shoot to put him off, then as soon as the goalkeeper had gone to the other side, he quickly shot the ball into what he hoped would be the goal.

It didn't look like it was going in, it looked a bit too wide, but at the last second, the ball rolled smoothly into the goal, earning cheers from the spectators, and also from his team, just as the whistle blew.

"We fucking did it." Harrison went up to Isaac beaming from ear to ear, doing their handshake they had made up a while ago.

Isaac was still in a half state of shock, still unbelieving that his goal had happened, especially after the terrible past few games he had played, but he still smiled.

For formalities, they shook hands with the other team, congratulating them on how well they had played etc. and after endless amounts of people coming up to them saying well done, collecting their trophy, and a mini congratulatory speech from Coach, they were finally heading back to their hotel.

"Are you going tonight then?" Harrison didn't say what, but Isaac knew he was talking about the 'celebratory' party that would've happened whether they'd won or not.

"We have to leave early tomorrow, that's what Coach said, and I'd rather not have a hangover at 5AM." Isaac reminded him.

"Oh come on Isaac, just don't drink a lot then. We just won, what are you gonna do? Stay in your room being a loner whilst everyone else is out having fun partying?"

Yes, Isaac thought. "Alright, I'll think about it."

"Great. I'll see you there." Harrison smiled before they parted ways; Isaac going back to his room, and Harrison to his.

***

"So this is it?" Isaac shouted over the sound of the music and multiple voices overlapping over each other.

This party was worse than the first one.

It seemed like there were an additional 26261772 people and now Isaac was really wishing he'd stayed in his room.

"HUH?" Harrison also shouted, leaning closer to Isaac.

"I SAID- you know what, it doesn't even matter."

Harrison still looked confused, but Isaac was off already, searching to see if he'd find Blaire.

But no sign.

So he pulled out his phone and decided to text her to make things easier for himself.

Isaac🌪: hey r u at the party rn

Isaac kept checking his phone over and over, but every time, it was still on delivered, until 15 minutes later.

Blaire🦋: no i actually got sick so i'm staying in my room

Blaire🦋: how is it :/

By now, Isaac had a cup in his hand, and went to sit on a couch before replying.

Isaac🌪: oh god hope u feel better soon

Isaac🌪: shit as usual n much worse without u here

Blaire🦋: have you even tried to talk to people

Isaac glanced up from his phone just in time to see a girl standing up with another girl down by her crotch area as he rapidly glanced back down, feeling like he had interrupted something just by his stare.

Isaac🌪: nah im good

"Wow Isaac, you having fun? Who are you texting? Your mum?" Zavier emerged with Dillon, who laughed at Zavier's stupid 'insult'.

"You've obviously got nothing better to do than bother me so, not that different." Isaac shrugged, getting up, since it was obvious his private space had now been invaded.

"Shut the fuck up bigmouth." Dillon irritably spat.

"Great nickname. Is it because you like looking at my lips Dillon?" Isaac did some jokey pouts to Dillon, seeing the way his fists clenched, then looking at Zavier to see his eyes already on Isaac's lips.

Isaac didn't have time to dwell on Zavier's gaze as he felt the buzzing in his pockets, remembering he was still texting Blaire, and went to the mini kitchen before Dillon could lay a fist on him.

He was going to fill his drink up as well, but then got so distracted texting Blaire, that his drink remained empty. He heard footsteps and glanced up to see Zavier, but still just went back to texting Blaire.

Zavier had expected him to say something, so when he was basically dismissed, he decided to start the conversation. "You texting your girlfriend?"

"My girlfriend?" Isaac finally looked up, locking his phone.

"That Blaire girl."

"She's not my girlfriend. We're friends."

"Uh huh." The disbelief was evident on his face, but Isaac didn't care.

He kept the eye contact with Zavier for a second, then looked back down and unlocked his phone again.

"You seem like you're enjoying yourself."

Isaac sighed, glancing back up at him. "What do you want Zavier?"

"Can I not start a conversation?"

"Okay." Isaac slid his phone into his pocket and crossed his arms. "Start speaking then."

Zavier had no idea what to say; he'd never had a properly neutral conversation with Isaac.

In the silence, Isaac remembered his empty drink, and started doing a search for more alcohol whilst Zavier pondered what to say.

"Did you see Luke's story?" Zavier at last said something.

Isaac peeked his head from the cupboard he was searching in to look at Zavier, "His snapchat one?"

"Yeah, the one where he's getting a lap dance from Ben's sister."

"What the fuck? I haven't seen that. Is it still up?" Isaac walked back towards Zavier and stood next to him, both of them leaning against the counter while Isaac had his-now full-drink.

"I'll check." Zavier unlocked his phone and went straight to Snapchat where he searched for Luke's name and on seeing the story still there, he smiled. "It's still there."

Isaac leaned over a bit more to see the story as Zavier clicked on it, and Zavier knew he could've been nice and turned the phone so Isaac could see better, but he liked the warmth Isaac brought with him, and the sweet vanilla scent that engulfed him whenever Isaac was around.

A few seconds later, Zavier felt the warmth dissipate as Isaac leaned back again and realised the story had finished. Damnit.

"Oh shit. Ben's going to be so fucking mad. Why'd he post it?" Isaac had noticed it was from over a week ago.

"He claimed accident, but he obviously doesn't care that much if it's still up but you wanna know what I think?"

Isaac nodded like he was a five year old being offered candy.

"Well we both know Luke and Ben are best friends, but at one of the parties, Ben got with a girl Luke had apparently told him he liked, so I'm guessing this is his revenge but then it's weird because someone told Ben that Luke had got with his sister, so Bens revenge was getting with the girl Luke likes." Zavier explained, the story making less and less sense as it went on.

"Wow. Stupider meets stupidest."

"That's not a word."

Isaac rolled his eyes but still had a small smile, "You know what I mean."

1 hour later, Zavier and Isaac had split from each other as Isaac by now was drunk off his mind that he wasn't even fully comprehending the girl that was on his lap, leaving slimy kisses on his neck.

"Isaac." Zavier appeared in front of him, but the girl didn't make any effort to stop. "I'm going back to our room."

"Okay, then go."

Zavier still stood there, his jaw clenched, "I forgot my card, I need yours." He lied, pushing his own card further down into his pocket.

"Fine, we might as well both go then." Isaac pushed the girl off of his lap and half apologised, not really listening to whatever she was complaining about.

Zavier and Isaac walked back to their room, Isaac stumbling a lot into Zavier and when they got to the door, Isaac took a good minute to get his card out that Zavier was tempted to just pull out his own, and make up some lie that he found it.

Until the green light finally flashed."We're in." Isaac grinned. "I want to watch a movie." He grabbed Zavier's hands, making Zavier look down at their hands, feeling a funny flip in his stomach.

Isaac was definitely a touchy drunk.

But Zavier would enjoy it while it lasted.

"You'll be tired in the morning." Zavier didn't make an effort to let go of Isaac's hands, it was harmless.

"It'll be fine. Watch one with me?" Isaac offered, but had already dragged Zavier over to his bed, pulling out his laptop from under his pillow.

"Which one should we watch?" Isaac scrolled for a bit until he settled for a movie called, 'Tough talk.'

Zavier stayed on the edge, to keep a space between them, but there was no point of this since Isaac took this as an opportunity to snuggle into him.

He tried countless times to concentrate, but the proximity of Isaac to him put him off. He could feel his heart rate start to quicken, and he was becoming increasingly frustrated on why he felt this way.

Halfway into the movie, Isaac had fallen asleep, still snuggled into Zavier so Zavier paused the movie, locking Isaac's laptop while muttering to himself.

"Great. You offer to watch a movie then fall asleep. Perfect." Zavier sarcastically spoke.

Zavier tried to get out of the bed, but Isaac had managed to wrap his arms around Zavier sometime during the movie, and Zavier couldn't be bothered to make the effort to push him off- he could already feel his eyelids starting to droop.

So Zavier let the sleep take over; he would just wake up earlier than Isaac, then sneak out of the bed.

Sounded like a good plan.

***

Overview of the plan: it didn't work.

Isaac felt something pressing against his back, and looked down to find hands wrapped around his waist.

Hands that were definitely boys.

Immediately, Isaac started to panic; what the fuck had he done now?

In the midst of his panic/struggle to escape, he had started to press himself onto the person behind him and create friction. On feeling something growing and pressing into his ass, he at once stopped, realising what was happening.

Isaac couldn't take this anymore. He grabbed the hands around his waist, and ripped them off, then jumped out of the bed to see Zavier.

"What the fuck? Why are we in the same bed, what happened last night? Did we do something? Oh I hope we didn't, I knew I shouldn't have drank, I told Harrison-" Isaac's rant came to an abrupt halt as he searched for something in his pockets. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Zavier, we're in fucking trouble this time." Isaac whipped out his phone and shoved it into half asleep Zavier's face.

Zavier leaned back a bit, wiping his eyes to try to get them to focus more and when they did, his eyes widened. "We're so fucking late."

Isaac was whizzing from corner to corner, getting all his stuff, and getting the clothes he needed to change into. "I know."

"Coach is going to be so mad. Shit." Zavier stopped to check his phone, seeing 15 missed calls from Dillon."This is your fault, all because you wanted to watch a stupid movie and you got so wasted, even after you kept saying you wouldn't."

All Isaac was hearing was white noise, and he didn't care who had made them late. They were both late. Blaming someone wouldn't do anything but Zavier still carried on talking until Isaac had enough."Shut up. I've got a headache." Which was true, his hangover was starting to kick in.

"Probably from your own talking."

"Shhh." Isaac hissed, rapidly changing into some joggers and a jumper so quick, that he almost fell over twice.

"Uh... Isaac." Zavier had noticed Isaac had worn his jumper, but on further review, and seeing how cute he looked with it on, he didn't point it out. "Actually, don't worry."

10 minutes later, they had managed to do what they needed to do, and they were racing out of their room. Isaac gave the key cards back to the reception, then they both zoomed outside to see Coach standing there with his arms folded, and his foot tapping impatiently against the ground.

"Where have you boys been? We were meant to leave at 5, and it's currently 6. And you're both captains, you guys should be the ones setting the example. Expect harsher training when we get back, I feel like you two have been slacking. Now get on the coach."

Their suitcases were taken by the coach driver, and just as they were getting on the coach, their Coach stopped them. "I told the boys that they had to fill the seats and no saving of seats so because of your late arrivals, you'll both be sitting next to each other."

This day was already ruined, and it had only been 6 hours, Isaac thought as they both ashamedly walked onto the coach, looking for the empty two seats which they found at the back.

At least they weren't at the front.

"This is shit." Isaac remarked truthfully. Harrison was many rows down from him, and for Zavier, Dillon was also far away, so the only company they had was basically each other. "What were you saying about me wanting to watch a movie?" Isaac questioned.

"You don't remember?"

"I wouldn't be asking if I did."

"You were all up on me-"

"Lies." Isaac cut in straight away, but Zavier grinned evilly. "How can it be lies if you don't remember what happened?"

"Because I know you'd be one to lie."

"Okay carrying on, you were all like 'oh Zavier, you're so sexy, please watch a movie with me you tasty looking God-"

Isaac interrupted once again, "Fuck you. I think my own fuzzy memories are much better than yours." He turned away from facing Zavier, and brought out his phone.

"Are you upset now? Oh no, is poor, little Isaac upset?" Zavier carried on, but Isaac just flipped him off, not turning to face him.

H🧢: Why were you late

Isaac🌪: forgot to set alarm

H🧢: Ohhh you're stupid

H🧢: Are you wearing Zavier's hoodie

Isaac looked down at his hoodie, then at Zavier's face, seeing the evil glint in Zavier's eyes. "You knew, didn't you?"

Zavier didn't say anything but smirked, and that was the answer Isaac needed.

"You're so fucking annoying. You could've said something, I don't want to be wearing something of yours." Isaac attempted to take off the hoodie, elbowing Zavier a few times, some by accident, some not.

"You're going to be freezing."

"Better than wearing your jumper." But he was right, Isaac could already feel the goosebumps on his arms, and it hadn't even been up to five minutes, so Isaac kept a hold of the hoodie, wrapping it around himself.

"We should play a game to pass time." Zavier offered.

"Would rather not thanks." Isaac had already turned back around, and was texting people back on his phone.

"You're so moody. I prefer drunk you. I bet they would've loved to play a game with me." This caught Isaac's attention as he once again turned back to face Zavier.

"You're making drunk me sound like I sucked your dick or some shit like that."

Zavier grinned, "Who says they didn't?"

Isaac's eyes widened with what he felt like disgust, but as soon as Zavier started laughing, they turned into a glare. "Stop lying, just tell me a truthful account of what happened from when we left the party."

"Okay, okay. You held my hands... That's true, that's actually true." Zavier defended himself, seeing Isaac's eyes narrow. "Okay, well not properly holding hands, but you grabbed my hands and said you wanted to watch a movie then dragged me to your bed."

"I can't believe this. Why would I invite you to my bed? That's gross."

"Apparently drunk you didn't think the same. Then you basically started cuddling me and halfway through the film you fell asleep and in my defence, I did try to get out of your bed but it wasn't my fault you had a strong grip on me."

"I was asleep Zavier. How strong could my grip have been?"

"Strong enough for me to decide it was too much effort to leave, so I planned I would escape in the morning, but then you woke up before me... and yeah." Zavier finished explaining to an embarrassed Isaac before looking back at him. "Are you blushing? Oh my fuck, you're blushing."

Isaac shook his head, and quickly hid it in- oh great- Zavier's hoodie.

"That's my hoodie, remember."

"Shut up Zavier." Isaac's muffled voice came out, as Zavier only laughed harder."You're such an asshole." He lifted his head out of the hoodie, glaring at Zavier.

"Your asshole though." Zavier teased, loving the sight of the pink rushing back into Isaac's cheeks.

"It's the hangover." Isaac weakly defended, putting his hands on his cheeks, but Zavier only smiled and nodded in a mocking way, "Sure."

This was going to be a long ride home.

A/N: tough talk's just a made up movie btw😜😜 enjoy reading :) 29/10/20

01/11- not boris J(prime minister in UK)  announcing a lockdown but not shutting schools bruh.... I have a biology test Wednesday, 9 french paragraphs and 4 spanish paragraphs to learn but I'm watching glee instead 👍🏿 54 days till Xmas 🎄