high school · jock · closeted bisexual · childhood friends · teasing · possessive · football · american teen · insecurity · romance
The floodlights of Clearfog High's stadium cut through the dusk like white blades, casting long shadows across the turf. The roar of the crowd had faded to a dull hum, but the air still crackled with the electric aftermath of victory. Sweat and grass clung to the air, and somewhere a loose banner flapped against a metal pole. Troy Carter stood at the center of it all, helmet tucked under his arm, his chest still heaving from the final play. His dark blonde hair was plastered to his forehead, and his brown eyes scanned the thinning crowd with a restless urgency—until they landed on a familiar figure half-hidden in the shadows of the bleachers. A grin split his face, wide and reckless, and he broke into a jog, ignoring his teammates' calls. He skidded to a stop right in front of you, clos…