Maybe I Like You [bxb]

Chapter 32: So, Are We Going To Ogle A Zebra's Ass Or Not?

Dylan's POV:-

Coach kept our night meeting short. He knew all of us were tired, so he quickly repeated our opponents weak spots and strong moves, reminded us of our strengths turning it into kind of a motivating speech and dismissed us.

We had a match next afternoon, and that too with our arch nemesis. The Blue Valley School. If we lose it, then we'll have one more match for the third position. 

But we won't loose. I am confident in our team and we will make it to the finals.

Ian and Julian bid us goodnight before going to their room. I get a hot, tight feeling in my chest whenever I see them together.

"Stop overthinking," Luke mutters clapping a hand on my back, steering me towards our room. He must have noticed my staring.

"I wasn't- Why is this asshole following us?"

Max grins shamelessly, "Luke is gonna spoon me."

"He wants a sleeping pill," Luke answers shoving his hands into his pocket. "And please stop making such comments. Everybody on the team thinks we have drunken orgies lead by you."

"I mean, that is the whole point," Max retorted quietly, so Luke won't hear.

"Why do you need pills?" I ask.

"Too much on my mind," Max shrugs. I feel bad for him. He faces the maximum pressure out of us all.

Firstly he's the captain, so losing would reflect on him whether you want it or not. Secondly, winning this tournament means winning two consecutive trophies under Max's captaincy, which he really wants for his scholarship and scouts. And he needs to play diplomat everywhere because our Coach is honest to the point of offensive, which earns our team a stilted welcoming everywhere. And to top it all of, Lia and Luke still won't come out clean which pissed him bad.

I park my ass on my bed while Luke and Max discussed medication amongst themselves. If I remember correctly, Julian quite naturally avoided me in today's meeting by grouping with Lia. He hasn't even tried one of his sneaky hand brushes. Hell, he hasn't even smiled at me once today.

Maybe he realized I was not worth this much time and effort.

I mean everybody realizes that about me at some point in their lives. Just didn't expect it so abruptly.

Maybe he doesn't even love me anymore.

Whatever, he can go fuck himself.

I don't care.

Phsst.

"Phsst?" Luke repeats confused and a little concerned. I shake my head watching Max swallow two purple pills.

"Did you write my report?" Max asks Luke, screwing the cap on the bottle. "I'll need to submit it as soon as we get back."

"Yeah. Its in my locker. Take it whenever," Luke replies going into the bathroom.

"You are such a tyrant," I chide. "Guilt trippin him to do your school work."

"He's doing God knows what to my sister. The mutt is lucky I haven't killed him yet."

I try to reason, "Max, still-"

"Dylan, shut up," Max snapped. He looked uncomfortable.

"This thing is really messing with you, huh," I observe.

Max sits beside me, holding his head, "Fuck, I feel I did something wrong."

"Why?"

"I mean, why won't they tell me?" Max looks at me. "Am I really that unapproachable? Does Lia think so little of me? Does Luke think so little of me?"