The Boy in the Stands

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Summary

When a tormented, billionaire heir and a broken, outed popular kid find each other in a highschool in L.A. Will they choose to save each other? Or save themselves? Mature Themes Include: Violence Harsh language Attempted Rape and other potential triggers that shall be put at the start of the page

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Meeting the Boy in the Stands

Please read the authors note at the end please.)

3rd person POV

Stadium lights. Flashing Westcross schools victory of the first match in the season, the sirens blasting, battling the chaotic cheers of the players supporters chanting their stars names. The sky was gradually darkening, a purple gradient horizen; outlined by the stars.

The captain of the Westcross team pulled himself up onto the barrier seperating the stands and the pitch, pulling another boy to him by the back of the neck he forcefully took his lovers mouth with his own. The boy tensed before returning the kiss.

Mateo's POV

Frozen by threats I allowed his unwelcomed lips to fall apon mine, his tongue forcing its way through. Dominating. I always feel disgusted by my boyfriends unkind attempts at gaining attention, "get some mate" 's and "go on Colin!"s' were yelled through the crowd and I felt the boy next to me shuffle uncomfortably, Jadiel broke away from me and smiled "see yah later, yeah?" I wanted to tell him 'no' i wanted to put my middle finger up, slap him and run yelling 'fuck you, psycho', the reality is I'd just be asking for a crucifixion.

The kid to my left nudged me in the side and I turned to aknowlege him, I noticed I'd never seen him before.

"You okay? You didn't seem to enjoy that much..." he inquired.

'Shit.' I thought, concerned about whether or not anyone else had noticed, I just grinned and crossed my arms "nah dude, it's cool. Just surprised is all." I I lied. The kid looked at me skeptically but before he could reply I was pulled away from the stands by an arm around my waist. Jadiel.

My boyfriend pushed me by the neck behind the shower block and punched me square in the jaw as soon as we were out of sight, "fuck" i gasped, stumbling back and tripped over a rock. Falling to the ground, I held my head for protection as he kicked me in the stomach before crouching beside me.

Jadiel ran his hand through my hair soothingly before using his grip to harshly pull me up to face him "at least try be a little convincing, the team were kidding about it in the showers" he lifted my lowered head with a finger under my chin, "I suggest you get better at acting or you'll be out on the streets" he growled before forcefully taking my mouth against my will for the second time that night. Jadiel broke away and ran his thumb over my cheek "you're worthless to everyone, you know? But not to me.."Jad whispered into my ear "i love you" as he stood and walked off, wiping the dirt off his uniform as he went.

Cory POV

I followed the boy from the stands after a couple minutes, something was amiss about the situation, I'd been in it too often to not notice the minute signs. By the time I had located them behind the showers the football captain had already gone, leaving the other boy from earlier with hand on his jaw, another across his stomach, and tears cascading down his distraught face as he rocked back and forth.

It hurt to see someone look so broken.

I strolled over, carful not to panic him but the boy still jumped up as quick as a rabbit after hearing the crunching of decaying leaves under my converse a panic in his eyes which quickly disappeared as soon as he saw it was me.Who had he been expecting?... I glanced around but saw no one.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly

"Ye.. yeah, all uh, all good" he sent his gaze to the floor, rubbing his neck awkwardly before snapping his head up again.

"How much did you see?!" He yelled quietly, shaking from head to toe. Taking a step towards me with regret and horror in his eyes as he gazed down at me "you can't tell anyone, see, I live with him, he'll kick me out" he pleaded with me I opened my mouth to reply but he cut me off "He doesn't mean to hit me, he just gets angry or drunk sometimes but it's okay"

"I saw nothi.... wait, what?! He beats you?!" I exclaimed

"Shit, not so loud! Shit shit shit...." he repeated the curse over and over like a prayer running his hands through his curly hair.

Suddenly, his phone rang looking at the caller ID his face paled and he ran off quickly.

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