Harbour was sitting on the counter between the sinks and sipping a fruity looking cocktail with an umbrella, a grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat’s spread across his face when Tobias appeared at my back.
“Oh, fuck!”Tobias echoed my thoughts out loud.“It’s, erm… not what it looks like,” he tried to say, which I think was for my benefit after I’d asked to keep it between us, but was frankly a bit embarrassing under the circumstances.
“Oh?It doesn’t look like I just heard you finger blasting our scrum-half in the bathroom of a club?”
“Never say finger blasting again,” Tobias replied, ignoring the rest as he walked over to the sink and washed his hands.Washedmyslick off his hands.
“I think I might just go back in there and flush my head down the toilet,” I explained, pointing back to the toilet stall with my thumb.
Harbour cackled until Tobias flicked him on the ear, and he yelped.“Hey, man.What did I do?”
“You’re being a creepy perv.”
“I’m not the one getting it on in a dirty toilet.You probably both have hepatitis now.”
While the two of them bickered, I tried to slowly make my way towards the exit but like a viper, Tobias’ arm shot out and pulled me in before I made it.
“Are you… okay?”he asked.
“I’m going to be real with you, Tobias.I have a jock full of drying cum,yourresidual cum drying on my arse and back, our team mate just heard…that,”I gestured to the stall behind me.“And my team captain, who usually pretends I don’t exist, just pulled me into the toilet and… well, you were there, I don’t need to explain that part.So, in short, I’m gonna need to go home and process this.”I was practically out of breath by the time I finished my humiliating ramble.
He sort of just stared at me intensely, but didn’t let go until I literally peeled his grip off my arm and walked away.
What the fuck have I just done?
4
Tobias
WhatthefuckhaveI just done?
That’s what I asked myself during the days following what I’m now mentally referring to as ‘the hunting ground incident’, which when I thought about it sounded far more sinister than it was.
Our next practice had been yesterday, and I got a taste of my own medicine.Emil was perfectly cordial while we ran drills on the field, but off the pitch, I was invisible.I was invisible, and I fucking hated it.
That morning, Emil and Harbour had arrived together, walking into the locker room with takeaway coffee cups and laughing about something or other, and it burned something up inside me.
Why was he all smiles for Harbour but I got the silent treatment?I hadn’t done anything he hadn’t wanted… I didn’t think?Oh god, what if he hadn’t wanted it?My brain began to spiral.
We were on the coach, travelling down south for our match that evening.Most of the players had headphones in, me included, but I tugged them out and elbowed Harbour, who was sitting next to me.
“You need something, muffin?”
“Muffin?”
“I’m trying it out.”
“Yeah, maybe don’t.”Then I added in a whisper, “Did you speak to Cherry yesterday?”
“I speak to Cherry every day,” he replied unhelpfully.
“I mean… did you speak to him about the other night?”
“Kinda.He just wanted to know I wasn’t going to blab about it and I apologised for being a perv.We’re cool now.”
I huffed.“He doesn’t seem cool with me.”
“What did he say when you spoke to him after?”
