Page 37 of Breaking Free
After we hooked up on Saturday night, we didn’t say much to each other. I used the bathroom and put my clothes back on, and when I came out, he was already dressed and in the kitchen. He looked tense, maybe even embarrassed, but I don’t know why. He didn’t want to look me in my eyes when I came around the corner. It was like he was dismissing me, so I simply said I’d see him around and walked out.
This thing with Trevor is a strange and new experience. I think it’s pretty obvious we have chemistry, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. His frustrations with me stem from his feelings for me, even if they’re just sexual. He fights so hard to keep from giving in, but when he does, it’s fucking beautiful. He’s the perfect listener—so eager and ready to do anything I say. He wants me to tell him what to do. He needs someone to control the situation, because otherwise he’d be in his head too much. I know he loves it, but once it’s over, the mood shifts, and he’s back in his head. I’ve never been with someone who can’t admit how much they like what we’re doing.
At my locker, I rip off my shirt, kick off my shoes, and start pulling out my football gear. Trevor rounds the corner and halts briefly when he sees me, before realizing he has no choice but to pass me to get to his locker.
From a couple feet away, Jay turns and says, “Hey, did y’all have fun?”
Trevor’s eyes narrow at me before I focus on Jay. “This weekend? Yeah. I had a good time.”
“I didn’t get home ‘till five-thirty Sunday morning,” Jay says with a laugh.
Trevor’s shoulder relax once he realizes Jay wasn’t insinuating anything. “Yeah, it was cool.”
“I saw you talking to Naomi for a little while,” Jay tells him. “Liv told me she’s into you.”
Trevor’s back is to Jay, but I don’t miss his eyes sliding in my direction as he pulls his things out of the locker. “Oh?”
“Yeah, you want her number?”
He sighs, scratching the space between his brows. “Nah. I mean, she’s cute, but…” He trails off, unsure what to say.
Jay shrugs. “I’ll tell Liv you’re not interested. She wanted to play matchmaker.”
Trevor turns and forces a smile. “I’m good. No need.”
“I know you’re not a relationship kind of guy,” he says with a wink. He pulls his jersey over his shoulder pads and looks at me. “Oh, dude, I met this guy. He’s not really my type, but you might like him. I can introduce you.”
I don’t miss the stiffness re-enter Trevor’s shoulders as he tries to avoid gazing in my direction.
I laugh. “He’s not your type? What does that mean? He ugly?”
Jay laughs. “No, man. I wouldn’t hook you up with an ugly dude. He’s attractive, but he’s...I don’t know. Too innocent. Does that make sense? I don’t know,” he says again with a shrug. “What’s your type?”
“I do like them innocent,” I say, leering at Trevor as Jay has his back turned. “I don’t mind teaching them a few things.”
Trevor quickly finishes up, and Jay laughs.
“See y’all out there,” Trevor says as he rushes off.
“What’s up with him?” Jay questions.
I shrug, and we change the topic as we head to the field together.
Practice goes well. For me. Trevor has an off day and Coach gets on to him quite a bit. Our first game is Friday and Coach told him he better get his shit together before then or he won’t be playing.
On the way back to the locker room, Dex jogs up to Trevor, who’s only a few steps ahead of me and asks, “You okay, man?”
“I’m fine!” he snaps at him.
Dex jolts back slightly. “Okay. Just checking.”
“Why? Because I had such a shitty day? I guess I’m the only one who has off days.”
Dex looks back at Jay who’s between me and them, confusion on his face. “No, I didn’t say that.”
“I’m fine. Just in my head too much. I’ll be fine.”
“All right, man,” Dex says before running ahead.