What the fuck is happening in there. Before stepping in and interrupting, I decide to let myself pry a bit more, wanting to get more information out of the two before I confront them.

"Dude he's too good! I tried my best." Sam responds disappointment lingering in his expression.

"Holy shit Sam you're pathetic." He pauses and I can hear his footsteps pacing around. "Look, the scouts are coming Saturday and I can't have George taking up all the spotlight." He continues.

So that's why he doesn't want him on the team, because the scouts won't look at him since George is playing the same position. I mean I get it I'm competitive too but I would never jeopardize someone's future like that, especially if they were someone I cared about.

I would never do that to George.

"Whatever, I'll just do it myself. Rough him up at home and maybe this time he will listen to me." He says casually, like this is normal.

"Are you insane? He's your boyfriend man" Sam replies sounding shocked at Braden's words.

"Yeah and he's an entitled little brat. Maybe I'll make him suck my dick first, show him whose really boss" He laughs as if he says something funny and I can hear Sam force out a small chuckle. I know he's not necessarily agreeing but what kind of person sits there and doesn't step in when being told something like this.

"Is he good in bed?" Sam questions genuinely. I silently pray he doesn't share anything with him. Why on earth would you want other people to know about your sex life, especially about your boyfriend. The question disgusts me. I can borderline hear the smirk in Braden's words, "Oh hell yeah, wanna see?" I peek around the corner and see him pull out his phone, scrolling through it and pressing on a video. The sound echoes across the room.

"Go on, beg daddy for it, tell me how much you love my cock"

I hear moaning and the sound of skin slapping.

"I love it, please please!"

My jaw clenches and I decide I've heard enough. I put the pieces together as to why George kept on saying it was way more complicated then I imagined, and he was right. My heart sinks when I picture George trying to leave, but being blackmailed. I finally step into the room clearing my throat. Their eyes fall on me and they quickly click off the video, acting as if nothing was happening.

"Oh its just Clay" Braden says, sounding relieved.

"What is that supposed to mean?" my brows knit together in confusion.

"Nothing, I was just showing Sam a video of George, and you hate him so I know you wouldn't mind" he explains. I don't know why he pictures me as some asshole that would let this slide, but I use it to my advantage.

I put on the fakest smile and ask with false curiosity, "Can I see? I heard muffles of it and I found it hilarious!"

Sam gives me a puzzled look and I can tell he is confused by the way I'm acting.

"Sure man!" Braden's eyes light up, "You can see how much of a bottom George actually is, although he tries to fake being top shit at school" he walks over to me and opens up his camera roll, as much as I would love to see George this vulnerable, I would rather die then see it happen with none other than Braden.

The thought repulses me.

When he faces his phone towards me I see various amounts of pictures and videos of vulgar things between the two, wondering if George even knew this was happening at the time. Although this is very tempting to look at, I stop him before he presses on any of them so I don't see anything. I drop my fake act and grab his phone from his hand.

"Hey bro what the fuck are you doing?!" He rages at me, raising his voice. Sam just stands there wide eyed.

"You really think I'm just gonna sit around and let you share videos of your boyfriend in bed? And on top of this find out that you both had some elaborate plan to injure George during practice." My gaze shifts between them, my blood boiling as they remain silent. "What the fuck is wrong with you guys? I could have you suspended, no expelled!"

"Why do you care so much? Its George we are talking about Clay, out of all people I would think you would be the one to enjoy hearing something like this" Braden answers baffled by my actions, he walks closer to me and tries to grab his phone out of my hand but I'm quick to pull it back, tightening my grip on it and now holding it over my head. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't break your phone right now" I reply furiously.

"Look man, I didn't know you and George were so close now, sorry for upsetting you" He innocently puts his hands up in the air, acting apologetic.

I can see through his dumb act. "We aren't close, I just don't think he deserves a scumbag of a boyfriend like you" I spit back, his comments start getting to me and in one swift motion I throw his phone against the concrete, shattering it in pieces. He gasps.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" He screams and pushes me against the wall, keeping hold on my collar. I smirk down at him, knowing I successfully got under his skin. "You know what Clay, I think you're jealous." He masks his anger with manipulation, trying to get back at me. "Please" I scoff and push him off of me. He stumbles back a bit. "Me? Jealous of you?" I continue with sarcastic undertones, laughing in between words.

"Yeah, I think you're jealous I have George allllll to myself" He smirks and approaches me once again, "ever since you found out about George and I, we barely talk anymore. We used to be close Clay. We used to play video games all the time and go out to play football just the two of us, so what happened? You mad that someone else gets to play with your George?" He looks up at me and I want to slap that stupid grin off his face. Who the fuck does he think he is talking to like that? "Cause I remember how much you used to bring him up, you would claim your relentless flirting was just bickering, and I know you secretly loathe the fact that George hates you for it. Does it hurt that in the end, he picked me over you?" He drags his finger down his cheek as if a tear was falling down his face, while pouting sarcastically. Being fed up with this whole conversation, in one hasty swoop, I grab him and push him, making him hit his head against the wall.

I snarl and look down at him, as I say something I regret the minute it comes out of my mouth, "maybe I do like him just a bit. But anyways, he may be your boyfriend, but he was a damn good kisser Friday night. I guess you just weren't doing it for him anymore, I mean all the abuse must have finally got to him" I drop my hold on him and he sinks into the wall. My gaze flicks over to Sam and he is standing there, awestruck at my confession.

"What the fuck are you talking about? And how do you know about that" He breathes out, his bewilderedness apparent.

I disregard his questions, "Have a good day boys!" I stick my hand out, gesturing them to leave the changeroom so I can finally head home. "Oh and Braden, if you lay so much as a finger on him unwanted, I will make sure to not only tell the principal about your actions which Sam and Nick will vouch for, but I will also tell coach about you and Sam's little arrangement" I give him a cheeky smile and he rolls his eyes keeping quiet, walking out of the room hanging his head low in defeat. "Whatever, you used to be so much more fun Clay" he mumbles under his breath, but I shrug the comment off not letting someone as cynical as Braden get to me any longer. Sam slowly trails behind him and whispers to me before leaving, "Sorry Clay, I really didn't want to hurt George its just money's tight at home and I need it to pay my mom's medical bills" he keeps his gaze on the floor and my heart drops. I've known Sam for awhile and have been aware of his living situations, so I understand where he was coming from.

"Look, I understand Sam but that's not the way to do it, you could have ruined his future" I say softly and he nods, beat up by his own decisions. He stays silent, I take a deep breath and continue, "you know what, my dad found me this job at the Community Centre just across the street from school, its good hours. I can put a good word in for you." I put my hand on his shoulder, and he looks up at me with hopeful eyes, "You'll do that for me?" he replies sincerely.

"Of course" I smile, "I don't need the job anyway"

He pulls me into a bear hug and I can't help but laugh at his excitement, "Thank you so much you don't understand how much this means to me!" His grateful voice echoes through the room.

"Anytime man, just promise me you won't pull that shit again" I warn, keeping my tone light. He responds with a nod. "Alright now get out! I want to go home"

He laughs and nods once again, muttering another thanks before turning and leaving the room. I let out a content breath and run my hand over my face, replaying the events that had just came about.

My mind drifts back to the nasty things Braden had said about George, and the claims he made about me liking him. My eyes widen when I remember back to what I had said to him, "maybe I do like him just a bit. But anyways, he may be your boyfriend, but he was a damn good kisser Friday night. I guess you just weren't doing it for him anymore, I mean all the abuse must have finally got to him"

I don't know why I said that, I guess it was in the heat of the moment. Yeah most of it was true, saying George was a good kisser was a bit of an understatement, but surely I don't like him.

Right?

I mean Braden was spewing nonsense when he was talking about when we used to be friends and how I would constantly bring George's name up. I guess I did distance myself from him a bit, but I don't know if the reason was necessarily relevant to George.

I couldn't tell you why I did it though.

Maybe I just got tired of Braden being such a yes man, I mean clearly he has changed now.

I don't know what I feel, the only thing I know is that I wouldn't be opposed to hearing those noises that were coming through the phone, but I was the cause of them. I find myself replaying the clip in my mind, it sounded forced I have to admit.

Or maybe that's just what I want to hear.

I guess I do kind of like him.