everett
"harder," liam crosses his arms. "i mean, seriously? you're the quarterback. i know you have a good arm. don't be such a pussy."
he hates that word.
aidan's eyes are closed, but he quickly reopens them, a fire burning inside of them. "go ahead, brecks. just like i did to you on the football field. you're a man, right? show 'em—"
he slams his fist against aidan's jaw, and the sound is heartbreaking.
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the brain project [1]
Short Story❝ am i supposed to believe that you're not still a dick? ❞ ❝ yes. ❞ ❝ no. ❞ ❝ maybe. ❞