Even though it was autumn, the sun shone brightly increasing the temperature in the neighboring city. The huge gym where the qualifiers were made was already full of buses and vans with players from various school teams. The large number of people gathered there was encouraging for the younger, especially for the thirsty to win.
Being the last to get off the bus, Milles stretched out before meeting with friends of the team who were already euphoric about the departure. However, his eyes swept the streets in search of a specific person, finding him wearing a dark cap while talking to Theodore and another short girl.
His brown eyes peeked for a moment. Since that night when Nicolas had said he would take responsibility, neither of them talked. Actually, they barely had any alone time. There's no way he be missing it or anything, just...
It felt empty, he know.
Strange.
He hated that stuff.
― It seems that we have a crowd today ― commented Gabriel in the circle of friends, looking curious for a group that followed Theodore into the gym.
― For us? Not the Milles fan club?
Gabriel had let out a low laugh denying with his head, pointing to the first-year students who carried drums with them.
― It's the class that Theodore is representing in the contest.
— Fuck! Why didn't we think about it, huh Gabriel? ― Thunder complained, still with some bruises on his face. ― Wow, we could win some points in the contest.
Although the boys were talking greedily about the crowd they would receive, perhaps for the first time, Milles barely listened.
Still outside, watching the footsteps of a certain omega, Milles bit his lips feeling his right shoulder tingle. Confusion had become constant in his life from the moment he had considered the hypothesis of Nicolas being his soul mate. The one with whom he would share the rest of his life, loving only and sharing an indestructible bond. Just thinking of such futuristic possibilities, Milles stood on his back in a mixture of feelings.
He hated Nicolas from the first day they ran for captain of the volleyball team. He couldn't stand the fact that he was good at sports and led the team naturally. It was annoying to see him being so good that Milles himself had to admit this by considering himself defeated by Nicolas.
He repudiated the idea of Nicolas being good at fighting and having a charm for it. Being moody and lazy suited him, and the intense fire inside him was exciting. Milles had learned a lot about his captain throughout that week. And to his horror, every discovery made him feel increasingly fascinated.
It was just scary to realize the direction he was taking. So Milles was desperate to stop anything. He just wanted to stop and go back to the way it was before he was kissed on the school volleyball court.
He was too tired to fight.
Shouldn't Nicolas be enough?
Right, right, admitted he liked it. He liked Nicolas's kiss, feeling his skinny body under his hands. To see how vulnerable Nicolas was when he was sick to the point where he always wanted to be with him, glued to his skin. Milles had enjoyed all that.
But it was time to stop.
Milles was too tired.
― Today he is quieter. ― Commented Boyle, also looking at the captain. ― I don't know, I thought he was going to fight horrors with us.
— I don't want you to piss off the captain today. We have to win the morning game to qualify for Wednesday afternoon. ― Growling Milles, frowning ― And I want to win.
— I think I know what your problem is. ― Thunder said hugging Milles shoulders, gaining a suspicious look ― Lately you haven't been picking up on girls. That's dry.
Milles rolled his eyes letting out a muffled laugh.
― You can bet I haven't been dry lately.
― I haven't seen you with any girls. And besides, we haven't been out since the playoffs. I'm thinking you're weak, that's what.
― Thunder does not speak nonsense.
― Are you upset?
The blonde had grabbed the nape of Thunder's neck by squeezing his fingertips tightly until he heard him grumble in pain.
― I'm not pathetic like you, you little brat.
― Ah, ah good! It was bad. ― Free of the grip, the boy caressed his own neck while mumbling ― I was just wondering what's going on with you.
There's no way he say haven't been seeing any girls because the captain had bitten him and made a connection with him. Milles would never say that. Much less that he has been with Nicolas on the sly, as a personal dispute to know who would fall in love first.
He'll be ridiculed, he know that.
— Nothing is happening. And why are you talking about it now? ― Milles asked, entering the gym with his friends. ― Have you been up to something?
― Hehe, I wouldn't say it right. Only a friend from another school saw you playing last week and is into you. That's all.
Milles had made a grimace and received a nudge from Thunder.
― I don't feel like it.
― You totally fucked up! Oh what a waste
Milles stopped walking and shot his friend with a sharp look. Blow-job? He? Never! He was Milles Mckenzie! A handsome alpha whose level of seduction was always high. He would never stand still. Lately it may have slowed down your parties, but it was for a juicy victory against the person he hated most in the world. That's all.
Nothing more.
He still liked girls.
They were really hot.
― Are you calling me a blow-job, you little turnip?
― Oooh, words hurt, you know?
Laughing in derision, Milles rolled his impatient eyes. The last thing he wanted to hear was to be blow-job. He always got the job done. He always performed well to the point where the girls hooked on him. It was a lethal weapon, at least within his conformities and achings.
Take an offense like that? Never!
― Who is the girl?
A bright smile appeared on Thunder's face, who hugged him again talking more about the alleged girl. It seemed that the athlete had everything outlined, as if he already knew Milles' answer to his proposal.
The entire team had gathered in a locker room named after their school. Each player will keep their belongings in the lockers being free only until the time of departure. They arrived early in the gym, taking considerable time to prepare. Professor Marcos allowed the boys to attend the first matches, marking a meeting point an hour before their departure.
Before they dispersed, Gabriel had touched Milles' shoulders staring at him worried.
― I overheard your conversation with Thunder. Are you sure this is a good idea?
― Why?
Gabriel had pointed with his chin to Milles' right shoulder. The Alpha had looked around and hugged his friend by the shoulder and could confide in him.
― I'm not gay like the captain. I like girls, so why not keep them?
— Because you were bitten. ― Replied Gabriel staring at the worried friend. ― I hear when there's bite involved, he might know what you're doing.
― He doesn't even know he bit me. Wouldn't it be ideal to pretend that nothing happened? I can move on.
― Milles, don't do that.
― I need to know, Biel. - Had the alpha said between teeth ― I'm feeling it here because he bit me or because I was really falling for him?
Gabriel was silent with the sharp pain in Milles' voice. He had already done his part to make him rethink his attitudes.
Yes, it would be the end of the line to fall in love with Nicolas. That little bastard couldn't deliver absolutely anything Milles needed. He was not a girl. He had no idea if he would give him pleasure in bed. There would be no companionship, let alone romanticism. The two would fight all the time.
It would be a tiring relationship.
Milles didn't want that.
He wanted to get away from Nicolas.
As soon as possible.
Patting his best friend on the shoulder, the blond alpha pulled back to talk to Thunder and confirm the meeting point with the alleged girl. Knew the gym well enough to know the ideal place to stay with someone without being interrupted.
Passing the captain as he made his way to the secret meeting, Milles tried not to show the small nervousness he felt. His heart beat fast when he smelled the scent of Nicolas, with his shoulders a few centimeters from being touched.
It would end it once and for all.
It would be now that Milles would press the fuck button, and exclude Nicolas from his life.