I Fucking Hate Him

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I FUCKING HATE HIM CHAPTER FOUR

"COME ON, YOU BUNCH OF GIRLS! You take longer to pack up your baggage than my wife does putting on her damn make up! Let's get to the bus and back home, pronto! Whoever is not on said bus in the next fifteen minutes, can damn well WALK back to Setchfield! You hear?"

"YES COACH!"

If you had ever seen fifteen teenage boys suddenly get a move on from zero to the outrageous speed of a hundred and fifty, this was your lucky day. Every boy scattered around in trying to find lost shirts, socks, just about everything and anything and any item that you could have thought of. Jordan even asked around if anyone had seen his cellphone charger...

Lord knows where that thing was, and the Coach wasn't lying...he would literally drive home without them, that they were fully aware of.

Tyler's eye caught that of Remi's and once more they secretly smiled at each other, determined that whatever this was, that had been happening between them here at the camp site during the last few days, wasn't going to end with that big, giant bus driving them away from here.

Funny...before all of this, the mere thought of spending any kind of time with Remi, more than they had absolutely had to with school and being on the soccer team together, would have frustrated Tyler to within an inch of his teenage sanity...but now...now he literally couldn't wait for them to get back home...to actually invite Remi over to his house, to have them spend time together...in any sort of capacity, even just chilling and listening to fucking music...the warm feeling spreading through his sixteen-year-old heart as he thought about it, just confirmed that he was making the right decision in all of this.

Just...there was one little teeny, tiny problem.

No one...NO ONE on the team could ever know.

That would kill them both...

Setchfield was a very conservative little town in the Karoo of South Africa, where people weren't as accepting of anything out of the normal status quo that easily...homosexuality, the least of all.

Tyler pulled a face as he thought of his parents eventually finding out that he was gay...and while he didn't really think that they would actually throw him out of their house per say...they would have a FUCKING hard time in getting used to it. He didn't know if he wanted to face all of that...at least not yet.

Jordan cried tears of joy...figuratively, when he did in fact find his charger, and with the last few minutes of getting everything in their bags exactly like their dear mommies had so lovingly packed for them five measly days before, they were finally ready to embark on the long journey back home.

Tyler signaled to the coach that they were ready, but before he could pick up his own baggage, he suddenly and urgently felt a hand tugging at the back of his shirt...

"Can I have a quick talk with you, please?"

Remi stood before him, staring so intently at him, that Tyler actually thought that he would melt any given moment under that severe gaze of his teammate, that for a moment, he didn't know what to actually say...that's before the Coach's thundering voice shook him back to his core.

"WHAT ARE Y'ALL ALL WAITING FOR? The bloody World Cup to begin in a month's time? Get your asses on that bus!"

"Coach, please, I really wanna talk to Tyler about something...it will only take a few minutes...see, he will probably have to sit next to me on the bus back home, and you know what happened...the other night...Coach, I'm just scared something might happen again..."

Tyler's eyes widened...the Coach had the talk with the team a couple of days ago, and had told them about Remi's Sleep Apnea, that he had been suffering from his whole life...but when exactly did they agree to sit together on the bus?

Not that he would have minded, in fact he secretly hoped they could, especially in the back...but being too keen to do so, like Remi was bloody doing now, might have just looked hella suspicious...

...what the heck was Remi playing at?

Coach sighed, and placed his hand on Remi's shoulder, before he launched his big, bulky body towards the door of the chalet, and motioned the rest of the team to carry their bags to the bus, and to leave Remi and Tyler in peace.

Tyler was worried now...and morbidly so...did Remi have another episode of sleep walking or choking in his sleep that he wasn't aware of? Was that what was bothering him? Remi sure as hell looked as white as a sheet, if he was really being honest.

Coach winked at the two boys, before looking over his shoulder at the driver of the bus, and signaled at him to wait for a few moments.

"You two be quick, okay? Remi, you tell Tyler here everything he needs to do and what NOT to do, well, if you do have an episode on the way back home, yeah? I'll give you boys some space."

And with that, the coach closed the wooden door of the chalet tightly shut, before both boys could hear him walk away, much too easily with those size fourteen boots he always wore.

Tyler paused as he saw Remi run to the windows of said chalet, before he quickly and suddenly closed it shut, before he slowly walked back to his team captain.

"Remi, is something the matter, I mean, you were fine this mor..."

But Remi Carter had other ideas, and talking wasn't one of them.

He grabbed Tyler and SHOVED him against the hard, white brick walls of the camp chalet, before he proceeded to smile wickedly at his new found buddy, and kissed him, like he had never kissed anyone ever before.

Tyler's wind was momentarily knocked straight, pardon the pun, out of him, before he suddenly realized what was happening, and just what Remi had been planning for the two of them, all along.

The fucking little piece of shit!

With a vice grip of determination, he reached up and took Remi's face between the palms of his hands and deepened the kiss that Remi started, if that was even at all possible. Remi's lips felt like the sweetest, of sweet nectar honey that Tyler had ever tasted and he simply couldn't get enough.

Both boys received a sudden shock to their systems as their tongues accidently touched mid kiss...Remi pulled away slightly...probably freaked out about this completely new level of intimacy they suddenly and abruptly had shared...before he looked deep into Tyler's eyes.

"You okay?" he whispered, as softly as he could, reached down and gripping Tyler's left hand inside his very own.

Tyler breathed out slowly, very slowly...because Jesus Christ Almighty, what was this boy doing to him?

He had crushes before...sure as fuck, but none of them had ever, EVER had his entire teenage body reeling and doubling over in sheer emotion like Remi has. He gripped Remi's hand tightly and without even thinking, he brought their joined hands upwards and kissed the back of Remi's.

"I'm more than okay..." he croaked out, before he leaned forward to have their tongues pay the dance of Rumba one more time.

With both being so inexperienced in kissing another boy, let alone with any tongues going around, it was a bit of a sloppy mess at first, but since when had instinct ever been wrong? Eventually, it just came naturally, as both boys sighed and reveled in the sexual desires that was RIPPLING through their sixteen-year-old bodies.

"I want you...I want you so fucking bad..." Tyler hissed against Remi's lips, who just nodded simply, before he came back for some more mouth-to-mouth action.

Together the boys kissed each other until they literally couldn't go on without having to breathe again, before they reluctantly, shakingly, released each other. Tyler's grip on Remi's hand didn't release however, and he pulled the boy closer.

"I know we talked about this...but please promise me nothing will change when we get back home, this afternoon...promise me, Remi..." he murmured, caressing the back of Remi's head with his free hand.

Remi sniffed, as he always seemed to do, before he smiled happily, and placed yet another kiss onto Tyler's lips.

"We'll make it work, we got to. I don't wanna lose this. This, us. But Tyler, oh God, we have to be careful. If they, out there, if they suspect anything..."

Tyler nodded and hugged Remi towards him. Both boys took a few seconds just holding each other, before they broke away, with Tyler kissing the side of Remi's scalp one last time.

"Dude, we shouldn't sit together on the bus."

Tyler froze, and frowned.

"Why? Is that gonna look weird all of a sudden?"

Remi rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"You remember the fucking song and dance that YOU caused when we drove over here? You didn't wanna be seen dead near me! All of a sudden that all changes within a couple of days? Too much, too soon, dude, no...I'll just sit in front with Coach, no one will think shit about that, everyone knows about my damn illness now."

It took a few seconds for Tyler to nod, but he was worried.

He came here, without so much as a care in the world, he only lived and breathed for his friends and for the beautiful game of soccer...and now, he was going back home with a secret...a dark, deep secret that would ruin his life, if it EVER came out.

He cared about Remi...more than he probably wanted to admit, to himself and certainly to others...but all of this...he didn't really know if he was willing to live even MORE of a lie, than he already had to.

For a start, there was no way he could tell Jess.

He knew she had this...whatever it was...this crush on Remi, and she have had for ages...how was he supposed to break her heart by telling her that not only was Remi gay, but that there was now something going on between them, that was only getting stronger and stronger by the SECOND!?

**

Tyler's heart was beating faster than that of a fucking hamster, as he entered his room after taking a much-needed shower, and saw that his phone's LED screen was lit up...and it was because of a WhatsApp message sent from...you know you.

He almost broke his neck in getting to said phone...

"Hey sexy. Miss you already!"

If Tyler's smile could have gotten wider it would have chipped off his face. With trembling hands and making a LOT of typos in the process, he was finally able to type a reply.

"Dude...don't even. I can't fucking get you out of my mind!"

Tyler hadn't placed his phone down for a mere ten seconds before the reply was instantly made...

"Me neither. I wanna see you again. Soon."

Tyler grinned before typing back...

"Tomorrow at school too soon? LOL."

A solitary middle finger emoji showed him exactly what Remi thought of THAT idea.

"No bro. I meant alone. I wanna spend time with you. Alone. If that wasn't clear."

Tyler's fingers once more flew over the keyboard of his phone and he finally pressed send...

"Me too. I miss being at camp. With you. Never fucking thought I'd say that haha."

This time it took a little while for Remi to actually respond, and Tyler had just begun to think that he had said, or done something terribly wrong for Remi to lose interest or some shit, before his reply came through...and it was a long one.

"I get this is new. We hated each other before...well, not hated but you know what I mean haha. What we shared at camp, it was fucking magical, and I know you kinda, maybe feel the same. But let's just focus on Friday's huge ass game for now. Let's fucking win that, first, and then see where this goes. I really care about you, Tyler. Never forget that."

Tyler slowly laid down on his pillow, deep in thought.

He felt his skull sink into the material as the soft sponge gave away to his body weight, and he held his phone to his chest, as if that would somehow bring him closer to Remi. He closed his eyes, and relieved these past five days that they had been away at camp...before gently smiling at himself.

Remi Carter, you fucking legend. You sexy, handsome stud.

What the fuck have you done to me?

Tyler turned his phone around, still smiling happily, and typed away once more...

"Gotta get some rest, dude. See ya tomorrow morning. Can't wait. Miss you. Sleep tight, okay?"

Tyler sighed and placed his phone down on his bedside table, and snuggled into his warm duvet cover, making sure he was warm and secure inside. It was pouring rain outside, the hammering of it could clearly be heard on the roof of his room.

He wondered what Remi was doing now...was he also the kinda guy that just...laid down and listened to rain falling down...was he all alone in his bed like he was? Was he also...also thinking of him, as he was about Remi?

A beep from his phone, had him almost knocked over his bed lamp in trying to snatch his phone, and quickly scanned his WhatsApp messages like only a horny teenage boy could...

"Miss you too. More than you think. See ya tomorrow. Also can't wait. You're so hot, it should be fucking illegal lol."

Tyler felt his pride surge at Remi's honest words, blushed and grinned, before he turned off his lamp at its switch, and laid down on his back, staring at the dark ceiling before him.

He closed his eyes for a while, trying his level best to conjure up Remi's beautiful face before his subconscious. Once it was there, he grinned, and sighed once more.

Remi's blond hair that was always so out of place, in whatever direction the Southeaster was happening to be blowing on that particular day. His stunning six pack abs that he never flaunted...it was always just there, and Tyler had never bothered to appreciate it before now.

His lips on his own, every single time that they had shared a passionate kiss...the feelings that Remi brought out on him, which he had only read about or had seen in movies...he finally knew what it felt like to WANTING TO BE WITH SOMEONE, and missing someone so much that it actually felt like the fucking world was ending, if you weren't anywhere near them.

Without even thinking what he was doing, Tyler's right hand creeped down to his groin, as he glanced and glided motions over his sixteen-year-old teenage penis. The thing was already beginning to chub up and quickly so, ever since he had pictured Remi in his mind's eye. It just felt...it just felt like the right thing to do...as he gripped his cock and removed his pajama pants he was wearing.

Lying underneath the covers dressed in only his night shirt and his underwear, his cock was now reaching the point of red alert, as only a teenage boy's could.

The kinda hard, that seemed to hurt when a dick wasn't released from its prison quickly enough. Remi's emerald-coloured eyes...his stunning torso and abs...his beautiful smile which could lit up the entire South Africa even under the highest stages of load shedding...his underwear was pulled off with a severity of a horny fucker at the end of his rope. And his sexual patience.

He threw the duvet covers off of his lanky body, his steel hard teenage cock hard and angry at the sight of the darkness, and that the object of its desire wasn't there. Tyler groaned silently as he felt his fist encircle his rock-hard dick, and he tried in his fogged-up brain, to pretend that it was Remi who was holding his penis, and not himself.

That it was Remi who had started jerking the desperately quivering teenage piece of equipment slowly up and down, savoring every single nook and cranny of the fantastic and devious feelings that it brought to the being of his body.

He suddenly, as if from nowhere, received flashes before his closed eyes of Remi Carter in the shower...his torso wet and glimmering underneath the locker room showers, his hair plastered onto his scalp...as he had seen him many a times after training.

Suddenly the Remi inside his mind turned around, and he was looking straight at Tyler, with the hunger in his eyes that equaled a hungry lion looking at a raw piece of meat, after months of starvation.

Tyler's hand flew faster over the length of his cock, his fingers feeling the smooth and warmth that the organ possessed with every fiber of his being. The idea and nack that Remi was now naked and hard...Jesus Christ, so hard...before his very eyes had his groin area lurch upwards, as if mechanically, to try and get to the boy he so adored and admired.

As his mind continued to play out its tricks, he saw Remi coming ever so closer, until he was standing before him, with his cute dimples on show as always, his rough outer exterior he possessed as always when he would charge towards the goal in a soccer game, his hand reached out and gripping...

Tyler sunk back onto his mattress as that thought entered the equation...

...the hand on his rock hard, and by now, red as ever teenage cock, now officially belonging to Remi, if only inside his head. In his brain, it was Remi who was now so urgently gripping his dick and jacking him off, it was Remi who smeared the leaking pre cum of his baby making juices so lovingly over his flaring exposed cock head...it was Remi who was now leaning in to kiss him...his chest...his shoulders...looking deep into his eyes and while still jacking his solid penis, who leaned down and placed his lips around said cockhead...

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Tyler moaned and hissed, his dickhead spurting every ounce of cum that he had to possibly give out of his desperate balls and onto his fingers, running down the length of his shaft, down towards his balls, where it already started to cool off.

The potent, thick teenage ball juice was literally everywhere...and Tyler struggled for breath...never, ever had he had an orgasm...and he had quite a few ever since he was twelve years old...never had he had one THIS intense. Good God in heaven.

"Remi...Remi..." he whispered hoarsely, closing his eyes and wishing with all his might that the boy was here with him and not several streets away across the fucking town, in his own bed...man, he'd kill for Remi to be here with him right now...he desperately wanted to hold him...kiss him...just...JUST BE with him.

The cold sperm on his chest reminded him that if he fell asleep like this, that there would be hell to pay in the morning, and he quickly, naked and still dripping cum from his spent penis, jumped up, ran into his ensuite bathroom, and wiped away the excess sperm with his face cloth.

He'd have to damn sanitize that thing in the morning, but it was so worth it.

Tyler looked upwards, and straight into the mirror of his small, but compact bathroom cabinet. He closed his eyes, tired as he was, and opened them again.

"What are you doing...why can't you stop thinking about him..." he quietly asked his reflection, before he shook his head sadly, and switched off the bathroom light.

**

"FOCUS, TYLER! No wonder you haven't bloody scored in what, SIX games now! What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"Sorry, Coach. Just a little tired, Coach!"

"Well, bloody drink a Score or a God damn Red Bull, we need you for Friday's game!"

"Sure, Coach! Yes, Coach!"

Tyler wiped the sweat from his forehead...it was only Monday and his week had already started like THIS.

He had a real fear of actually getting close to the opposite goal these days...the mere fact that he had now gone so many games without scoring, really worked a treat on his mental health. It was like something otherworldly...something he couldn't see and couldn't control was blocking him from trying on shots...he didn't know what else to do, and now there was real pressure, he knew, on Coach...not to play him.

Their first game against their biggest rivals, Edgemead High, had to be called off when it was still 1-1 because Tyler, then hating Remi with a pure passion that rivaled the Kardashians, attacked his own teammate on the pitch, after he had once more, failed to score.

The game had to be abandoned, and according to the Coach, he nearly had to sell his soul to the regional school board to get this thing replayed...he was so afraid and nervous for Friday, it was way beyond belief.

"You okay?"

Tyler sighed and stood up. Remi was dressed in his school soccer uniform, just like he was, and God, he looked good enough to actually eat. They were standing closer than what they usually would have, and Tyler swallowed, nervously flickering his eyes over to where the coach and the rest of his teammates were, before he stood away a few centimeters.

Remi's eyes narrowed, but he pursed his lips, signaling to Tyler that he understood.

"How long is Coach going to keep me in the team, bro? I can't score for shit and he's not gonna keep me here if I don't!" Tyler said softly, once more reaching upwards to wipe the sweat out of his eyes, before his eyes once more laid on those of Remi.

Those emerald orbs nearly sparkled in the late afternoon sunshine, swear to God.

Remi reached out, without any amount of fear, and placed his hand securely on Tyler's shoulder. The latter shuddered as he tensed up immediately...they were literally out in the open...everyone could see them...

"Remi, please...dude, I'm gonna go nuts here if you do that..." he whispered, all while Remi, the little shit that he was, just proceeded to wink at him.

"Do you trust me?" he then asked, still not taking his hand from Tyler's shoulder.

"What kinda fucked up question is that?"

Remi closed his eyes and seemed as if he was silently counting to ten.

"Do...you...trust...me?" he asked, once more.

Tyler swallowed some pent-up saliva before he once more casted his eyes over to where the others were, before he turned back to Remi, and nodded.

"Fuck you man, you know I do. I trust you and Jess more than anyone."

Remi smiled wickedly, before he squeezed Tyler's shoulder, before finally letting go, he saw Coach signal both of them to rejoin the party of teammates.

"Then fucking shut up and TRUST me when I say...you'll score on Friday. Okay? Got that? Good."

As they rejoined their team, the coach was hastily giving out instructions, on who to target from the Edgemead team, where he believed their individual player's weak points where, and how they were planning to attack when the game happened in a mere four days' time.

"Jordan, don't worry about things if they play 4-4-2, that is our specialty, you'll be able to defend with ease, Duncan, you keep a watch over their right back, he has a dangerous manner to whip in crosses and they often score with headers, we all know that. And Sammy...what, where's Sammy?"

"I think he went to the toilet, Coach," Jordan said, with a slight shrug of his bulky shoulders.

The coach seriously looked like he had just been told that the 2022 Qatar World Cup has been postponed.

"That boy...what the hell is going on with him these days! He's never here when he damn well needs to be! Remi, you and Tyler are the center forwards, no shit, it's your job to score. Tyler, just relax. Okay? The goals will come. You're a goal machine and Edgemead knows it. And if not, you pass it to Remi, he knows what to do."

**

"Listen up...you still owe me that favour I did for you weeks ago. So, listen and you listen good. This afternoon, I will be walking out of the school gates with a boy. He has blond hair. No matter what the fuck his name is, you don't need to know what. All I need you do to, is to fucking HURT that blond idiot so much so, that he won't be able to walk for weeks. Why? Because I'm fucking telling you to! You know my dad gives me loads of cash, so if you want your cut, then you fucking do what I say!"

Sammy blew out some much-needed air, before he returned the phone to his ear.

"And dude...what? How badly should you hurt him?"

Sammy smiled evilly, smirking and spat out his chewing gum in one solid move.

"Nasty as you like."

**

"Hey guys!"

"Hey bitchface!"

Jess smiled as she saw Remi and Tyler finish up their training session helping the Coach, as well as Jordan and Sammy put away their equipment.

As usual, she blushed, which was rather frequent these days whenever she was anywhere near the sexy, super handsome Remi. Tyler had told her though, that himself and Remi had sorted out their shit whilst at the weekend soccer camp, which she was eternally grateful for.

Jess couldn't ever really understand why Tyler had a problem with Remi, when everyone else seemed to like him, and wanted to hang out with him...she most of all.

As her eyes fluttered carefully and secretively over his more than average boyish features, his blond hair, his long, lanky legs, and his muscled arms which SHONE in the afternoon sunlight with a whiff of sweat, no doubt from their training done earlier...so did her teenage girly heart and hormones.

Tyler smiled as he came running towards her, having known each other ever since their mom's met in the aftercare of giving birth, they had literally known each other their whole lives. She gave her BFF her a solid hug, before she turned around and motioned him to follow her.

"Things better now between you and Remi? I hope to God that it is, you guys have an important match on Friday," she said, her eyes once more unable to keep away from the young blond Adonis, who was seemingly looking over towards them, whilst grabbing his school backpack and exercise bag in one swift movement.

Was it her already creative imagination, or was there a hint of a smile and a hesitation in Tyler's eyes? She shook her head, and held up her arm to block the sun on her face, before she saw Tyler nod in agreement.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I think it's safe to say we sorted things out. Might invite him back to my place for some Switch play, if he wants to come."

With an open mouth of shock Jess stood like an ice statue and mumbled over the words that Tyler had just said, before they were joined by both Remi and their teammate Sammy, both wiping excess sweat of their faces and it was clear to see that their Coach had completely and utterly put them through their wares good and proper.

"Hey Jess, nice to see you!" Remi said, his eyes friendly and kind as always.

"Yeah, babe, how's it hanging?" Sammy replied, his eyes on her boobs, more than anywhere else.

"Dude, my eyes are so up here..." she hissed towards Sammy, who just grinned before proceeding to look quickly at his watch, before taking the lead in them walking towards the school gates.

"Yeah...there she is...right on fucking time..." Tyler said, pointing towards his mother's BMW in the far east corner of the parking lot, whilst Jess knew that she was more than welcome always to ride along, since her mother and Aunt Lydia was such close friends.

"Guys, I gotta love and leave you and dash! See ya all tomorrow, yeah?" Sammy said cheerfully, before once more looking on his watch, and proceeded to walk to his own car that he always bragged about, getting inside, and turning on the engine.

"Wish my parents would buy me a fucking car, Sammy is so lucky, I swear to God..." Tyler chipped in with his two cents on the matter.

"Dude, what the hell are you complaining about? I'm the one who gets to enjoy the fucking nature by walking home every day," Remi said, but there was laughter in his eyes, as he did so.

Before they could leave the actual school grounds, they were ambushed.

Jess screamed bloody murder as she saw two huge ass dudes, complete with black masks on their faces jump both Remi and Tyler, both trying their level best to get away unscathed.

Jess ran forward to try and help both of them, but she was solemnly pushed away from the boys, whilst landing on her back, luckily her backpack saved her from any real injury.

"HELP US! SOMEBODY, HELP US!" she screamed at the top of her voice, knowing that at least Tyler's mother would be able to hear her, but there was no movement from that car, whatsoever...

Even in her severely disheveled state, Jess clearly noticed something weird...the two idiots clearly had no interest in getting to Tyler. They pushed him away time and again as they tried to go after Remi, but Tyler was like a man possessed. She's never seen anything like it!

The more Tyler tried and help Remi, the more they assaulted the latter boy, until Remi sunk to his stomach onto the tarred ground, and Jess could immediately see there was something seriously up and wrong...Remi was crying severely and he was clutching his right leg like his life depended on it.

The two fuckers were suddenly nowhere to be seen, as Jess finally stood up and looked around her...they were gone, and they had taken...nothing. Not either boy's backpack...not Tyler's wallet or cellphone...it was like they were just focused on hurting both of them, just for the sheer and complete hell of it.

Then, and only then, when the coast was clear, she saw Lydia Jackson get out of her car, her face as white as a sheet, before she dashed over to the boys in record time.

"Mom, help me and let's get him into the car! We have to take him to the hospital, he's fucking bleeding!" Tyler cried out, his face blinking with tears and frustration, before he ordered both his mother and Jess herself, to stand away from Remi, before he braced himself somewhat, and picked Remi solemnly up in his arms.

"Dude, I promise we'll get you some help...if I ever find whoever those two BASTARDS are...!"

"Tyler, language! Do remember where you are!"

"SERIOUSLY, MOM?"

Jess stood aside as Tyler held Remi tighter, the latter boy still grimacing in sheer, morbid pain and suffering, before she tightened her own grip on her own backpack, and quietly walking to the Jackson's car, along with the group.

**

"Well, my boy...I just got the results of the scans from the hospital. And brace yourself, it's not good news. There is no way, no way, no how that you're gonna be able to play on Friday. A slim chance, maybe. The ankle isn't broken, but you're gonna have to be a superhuman of a dude to be able to walk, let alone RUN on it. And that, my friend, I'm afraid, you're not."

Tyler, who was sitting next to Remi...there was no words on how much he wanted to just grab Remi in front of Coach and just...I dunno...be there for him as much as he could...

Remi tensed and swallowed slowly, before looking back up at the Coach, the tears hidden inside his beautiful eyes clear for everyone to see.

"Thanks Coach. I'm sorry...I just...I dunno what the f...hell happened..."

Tyler balled both of his hands into fists, before he turned towards the Coach.

"There has to be CCTV or some shit on the school grounds, surely, coach?"

The coach sighed and placed his hand on Tyler's shoulder.

"There are, Tyler. The fact is, both of the bastards that attacked the two of you, were wearing black masks. There is no way to see who it actually was. I commend you, for trying your best to rescue your teammate though...wait, are you sure you didn't get any injuries? Remi got a broken ankle, and you came off scott free?"

Tyler nodded and shrugged his shoulders.

"That's what I don't understand, Coach! They didn't even TRY and hurt me! Or actually steal anything! I have an iPhone that's about R13 000 worth and they didn't even TOUCH it! It was like...it was like they were after Remi to begin with..."

Remi smirked and shook his head.

"The fuck did I do to anyone?" he murmured, and the Coach had to hide his own laughter, before he stood before the two boys.

"I ain't leaving this here. I'll find out who did this. Remi...before you got onto the team, we had Sammy, believe it or not...unreal, I know, play as a striker along with Tyler. He broke his leg back then, and when he healed up, you got onto the team, so I had him stay in midfield. And I have no choice now but to bench you, just in case, and to have those two upfront for Friday. At least Edgemead won't be expecting Sammy to play as a striker, so there's that. Damn boys...I wish I had better news."

As the coach sighed rather miserably, and finally left, Remi tried to get up from where he was laying on Tyler's bed inside the latter's bedroom, but he shrieked in pain as he tried to put pressure on his foot. Tyler clenched his teeth, and closed his bedroom door, knowing that his mother was most probably talking to Coach about what had happened.

"Remi...hey...take it easy...you heard what Coach said...there's a chance that you'll still be able to play..."

"Chances are better of me getting fucking pregnant," Remi scowled and slumped back onto Tyler's bed, laying his head on the pillows in complete and utter typical, teenage boy's frustration.

Tyler closed his eyes and gently sat himself next to Remi on the bed. He took a quick, nervous look towards the bedroom door, which was still closed, but not locked. He then turned towards Remi and playfully nudged his shoulder with his own, careful not to hurt him.

"Looks like you were right. I'm gonna have to score on Friday, with you not playing. Luckily Sammy will be there, and he is a decent striker. I'm just...you know...I'm just glad you're okay."

Remi sniffed and slowly reached out his hand towards Tyler's and gripped it strongly. Once there, both boys gasped slightly that the sheer volume of electricity that was BLASTING through both of them, and not for the first time.

Remi licked his lips, still caressing Tyler's knuckles with his thumb.

"I saw how you were...trying to stop them. That took guts. You sure you aren't hurt?"

Tyler shook his head...and at once, their eyes met. Remi's tired and still so beautiful at the same time...Tyler's full of unshed tears at the unfairness of what had happened earlier in the afternoon.

Like one person, their faces came ever closer, slowly but surely, as they both breathed in each other's oxygen, before Tyler softly kissed Remi, with all the feelings and adoration he had for him. Remi groaned hoarsely as the kiss deepened, until finally, Tyler took the lead and broke it off, softly sucking on Remi's bottom lip as he did so.

"You're okay...thank God you're okay..." he whispered, and receiving a beautiful smile in the return from the boy with the acute broken ankle.

"I can't believe you were willing to fight them, for me...like for real...I honestly can't..." Remi whispered, and this time it was his eyes who blinked severely with the memory of what had happened.

Something inside Tyler's heart BROKE. He just...he...he didn't know what the fuck to CALL it! The way he felt about Remi DWARFED every feeling, every sheer emotion he had EVER felt! And for the life of him, he couldn't figure out WHY!

"Should I like, call your mom? She'd wanna know about this..." Tyler asked, leaning down and kissing Remi's forehead, before getting up on his feet.

"I'll do it...only...I kinda don't have airtime on my phone...can I use yours? I promise I won't talk too long. And I'll pay you back for what I use."

Tyler closed his eyes as he turned around...he knew...my GOD, he knew that Remi and his mother didn't have HALF of the riches that his family possessed...but Jesus Christ...it was the beginning of the month...surely there was money for basic needs at this moment!?

A flutter as big as his soccer boots once more ransacked through his heart, and his chest as Remi smiled at him, after he gave him his iPhone to make the call.

Something was happening to him. Something unreal was happening BETWEEN them.

And he was powerless to stop it.

**

"YEAHHHHHH!!!!"

The whole Setchfield High jumped for joy as Sammy rounded the Edgemead goalkeeper to score. 1-1! GAME ON!

Sammy high fived his teammates on the way back to the centre of the pitch to get the game restarted as soon as possible in trying to sore an actual winner, before Tyler patted him on the back, and saying well done. That was Sammy's first goal in ages...as a midfielder, his job wasn't really to score, but to actually assist both Tyler and Remi to score, but yeah...things had changed.

Remi was on the bench, and his ankle was in fact feeling much better, it was literally a miracle that he was able to walk and lightly jog at all, but with his mother being a nurse, Remi had the best possible treatment at home.

Tyler ran back towards the touchline for a much-needed water break. There was still eight or so minutes left of the game, and he had ONCE AGAIN squandered SO many fucking chances to score.

He saw Coach's face...he knew that unless he did something in these next few minutes, that Coach was going to be forced to drop him from the team...he couldn't even remotely blame him either...he wasn't scoring. This was the seventh game in a row. FUCK!

"Dude! You need to relax! You're too on edge! You need to chill, and the goals will come! You're too tense, you panic the fucking minute the ball gets anywhere near you!" Remi said, as he stood up with remarkable ease and squeeze Tyler's shoulder.

"Bro, I can't even...I can't even score from a couple of meters out! I missed a chance and that fucker saved it because I took too long!" Tyler blasted in sheer frustration, before he threw his water bottle onto the floor, and sunk to his knees.

"That's it, Coach, take me off. Take me off and let someone else do this, I am such a fucking useless whimp!"

Tyler was pulled upwards as rough as Remi could possibly do in his currently injured state, and for the entire team, who didn't know about how the boys really felt about each other these days, they had to be thinking, this was another fight incoming, just like the last time...the Coach was about to open his mouth to stop any potential reenactment of the previous game...

...before...

"Now you fucking listen to me! You are the fucking captain of this team! You ain't no fucking whimp! Look at those guys on the pitch! Look at these idiots over here! Look at the damn coach! We all have respect for you! We fucking look up to you! We God damn fucking WORSHIP you, man! So, you go fucking out there, and you fucking SCORE A FUCKING GOAL!"

Like one man, the rest of the team stood up and clapped hands, and cheered at Remi's harsh words. Tyler, still tired as hell from the game, looked towards the boy he so much adored...his emerald-coloured eyes as intense as he had EVER seen them.

Tyler pursed his lips and nodded, balling his hands into sheer fists once more, turning towards his team, shouting to the Setchfield players, that this game, was far from over. There was still seven and a half minutes remaining. They could still do this!

A couple of minutes before the end of the game, Sammy got into a great position to score, but instead, he debated and decided whether or not to pass the ball to Tyler, and whilst he was taking in his time in deciding what to do, Sammy was severely clipped around the calf area with the boot of the opposing defender.

Like a snake on fire, Sammy shrieked down onto the wet grass, clutching his shin, very much like Remi was forced to do only four days before.

The Coach as well as the school's medical team was on the scene as quick as they possibly could, and even Tyler could see that there was no way that Sammy would be able to continue.

The latter boy, screaming and shouting, insulting and swearing at the Edgemead player who did this to him, with all his remaining efforts, was taken off on a stretcher, and being the captain, as well as his buddy, Tyler walked off alongside Sammy and the coach.

"Coach...put me on. Get me in there."

Both Tyler and the Coach turned around, in sheer disbelief...but their eyes and ears weren't deceiving them, at fucking all. Remi had taken off his shirt, and replaced it with the team jersey, and he was pumped, and seemingly ready to play.

"Remi...no..."

"Coach, I am ready! Give me a chance! Put me in there, we have to win this! Together, me and Tyler can do this! Trust us, Coach, what's the worst that can happen, there's only like, what, four minutes left!"

Coach looked down at his captain, and Tyler looked back at Remi...his affection and his admiration for this incredible, incredible boy growing by the second.

What he saw in Remi's eyes...he knew this was the right decision, against all fucking medical advice that was out there.

Tyler nodded at Remi determinedly, and gave the Coach a thumbs up.

"Oh, what the hell, Carter, get your ASS IN THERE!"

The Setchfield crowd and fans stood and applauded Remi as he slowly jogged onto the pitch, with the home support deafening in their ears. Remi wasn't as quick as he was used to, and he took a minute to get control of his movement, but it was like soccer fans always said...form is temporary...class is permanent.

Remi got the ball from Jordan and thundered off towards the opposing goal as fast as he could. Tyler, as his strike partner, stayed with him all the way, and he wasn't blind...he saw in how much pain Remi was with every step the boy took, but he also knew that he had to allow Remi to do this...this was way too personal.

Remi shot towards the goalkeeper, but it was saved, to the groans of the home fans.

There was now only over a minute remaining, and somehow, Duncan had managed to bundle the ball from the Edgemead strikers, and streamed it towards Jordan, who securely passed it to Remi. The latter boy stumbled with the ball at his feet, as the pain neared it's absolute breaking point, before he saw the tired Edgemead defenders nearly catching up with the quick-as-lightening Tyler.

Remi caught Tyler's eye, and winked at him.

"TYLER, HERE! DO IT! DO IT NOW!" he screamed at the top of his voice, before he launched the ball over to this strike partner.

Tyler followed said ball with his eyes all the way, and those Edgemead defenders were coming ever closer...closer...closer...

With a complete smash and grab, Tyler turned his body, so that his back was towards the goal, startling the defenders chasing him, before with an acrobatic bicycle kick, one that the legendary Wayne Rooney would be proud of, he swung his legs and KICKED the ball with everything he had in him...

...and it nearly BURST the net with prime position.

2-1 Setchfield.

The crowd EXPLODED with glee and joy, as well as the rest of the Setchfield players on the field, as well as those what were on the reserve bench came rushing out towards Tyler on the pitch. Even the Coach was in there, even still at his age, faster than some of his players.

Tyler had finally...FINALLY broken his scoring slump...all thanks to a pass from his would-be nemesis, Remi Carter himself.

Remi was lying flat out on the pitch, his ankle way too sore to actually get up and join the festivities, before Tyler shook his head, and fought through the sea of players, and slowly made his way towards Remi.

He kneeled down, and stretched out his hand towards the boy, who was grimacing in sheer pain, but still had the energy to smile and be oh-so-happy for him.

And it's then that Tyler knew...he suddenly...just KNEW...

That feeling...the reason that he felt about Remi as he did...he couldn't place it...he couldn't give it a name...he didn't know what it was...

...now he did.

Now he knew.

Tyler watched in slow motion as Remi tiredly, placed his own hand inside his own, before Tyler slowly and carefully, pulled him upwards, noticing that Remi was hobbling on only one foot.

"You did it...you fucking did it!" Remi whispered, so softly that Tyler almost, almost couldn't hear him above all the commotion happening on the field.

Tyler didn't care who saw him. He didn't care what anyone thought.

Not then...not then.

If anything, he could always say he was just thanking Remi for supplying the pass for him to score.

He pulled the boy towards him, and allowed his head to rest inside the crook of Remi's neck.

He felt Remi's arms encircle his back as well, the latter's heart throbbing against his own chest.

When they eventually broke the hug, both boys still couldn't look away from each other...their eyes were like magnets...they refused to be separated.

Remi's eyes were red and in pain...but what Tyler saw inside them...was nothing but what he too, now knew, to be true.

How didn't he see this before...he'd never know.

My god...he was a fucking idiot.

Tyler swallowed, still holding Remi in his arms...before he blew out some much-needed air...

"I love you...I fucking love you..."

It was just a mere whisper...but Remi had to be blind not to realize just what Tyler had just said.

And he was anything but blind.

Remi smiled, his cheeks nearly bursting with sheer happiness and excitement...it was like he wanted to reply, but he couldn't just yet...whether it was from the pain in his ankle, or maybe he simply couldn't say the words with so many people around.

He gently, caressed Tyler's knuckles, and with tears streaming down his face, for whatever reason, he nodded.

And then, he nodded once more.

And that, was enough for Tyler.

**

"Dad!"

Sammy laid on his bed later that night, complete with a cast around his leg, after he and his mother had returned from the hospital. He could hear his father's footsteps getting closer and closer with every frantic beating of his sixteen-year-old heart.

The door gently swung open, before Sammy grimaced...and it wasn't because of the pain in his leg.

"Look what you have done to yourself! Can't you fucking do anything right?"

"Dad, it really wasn't my fault! This idiot charged me from the back and..."

"ENOUGH!"

Sammy leaned back onto his bed, as the shadow of his father came ever closer.

The duvet that his mother had so lovingly placed over him, before she had gone to her church meeting, was roughly pulled away, leaving Sammy's naked upper body exposed, as well as being in his boxers...

...like he knew his father would want.

"Just because...you're injured...do you really think that I don't want my nightly piece of flesh?"

Sammy closed his eyes, as he always did when these events over the years would occur, ever since the previous few months or so when it started happening...he was powerless to do anything...to fight back...even with a healthy, uninjured leg.

He knew what would happen, if he so much as TRY to refuse. He knew how his mother had mysteriously gotten food poisoning that one time he had DARED to say no...

"Come to Papa..." Sammy's dad whispered as his mouth neared Sammy's crotch...and the boy's tears, as they always did...flooded his cheeks.

Powerless.

Helpless.

Hopeless.

**

THANKS FOR READING!

Wow...I have to say I knew how I was going to finish the chapter, but I wasn't ready for it...now at least we know why Sammy is, the way he is.

In some shape or form.

There is always hope, guys. And there is ALWAYS someone who will listen!

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