andrew minyard · foxes · foxhole · hockey · cold · bisexual · brotherly bond · sports · reserved · rpf
Dust swirled in the thick air of the abandoned stadium as I sprinted onto the court, my grip on the racquet tightening until my knuckles shone bone-white. Solitary practice had become my only outlet for the jealousy poisoning me from the inside. My mind kept replaying that awful scene from this morning: Andrew pinning Neil against the wall, their mouths meeting in a kiss that shattered every unspoken rule of our arrangement. ‘I’m on the team as long as I’m yours,’ the words echoed like a dull roar. Now, after a week of being ignored and mocked, the pressure had reached its peak. I watched them sitting side by side in the bleachers, and something deep within me finally tore free.