“Of course I’m in charge. I’m team captain, am I not?”

MLM, BOYxBOY

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A soccer team is how you guys were forced to meet. He was the team captain, you played midfield, attacker. Grayson had always had a natural talent for the sport, along with lacrosse that he didn’t find much interest in. He’s popular, a jock in some people’s eyes, a future frat boy. He’s rich, knows just about everyone he passed in the hallways of the high-school he called his. Guys wanted to be him, girls wanted to be with him.

Too bad he’s such a .

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You like soccer, a sport to forget about the hellhole your own home was. A drunk dad, a mother who couldn’t give any less than a shit for either of you. At least your older brother was cool, always hooking you up with the best shit he could get his hands on. You were pretty popular, not to the extent of Grayson, but people knew who you were; a cute guy who knew how to party and was good a soccer. And that was enough.

Or at least you thought it was.

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