Eddie's POV:

The drive home from tryouts were silent, when coach made me captain i expected at least a good job from my father but nothing. I'm just glad that Barack didn't get it or else I would've been in a world of trouble. I feel bad though,, i played dirty and I shouldn't have i just had no other choice. if I'm not the best at everything I do, I am nothing in my fathers eyes. He always told me that the only way i will ever be truly successful in life is if i become an NFL player and get a wife by 21 like he did when he was younger. he expects me to carry out his legacy like he couldn't because of his carreer ending leg injury after a shark attack. the only problem with all of this is the fact that i'm gay.

so there we sat, in a silent car on a long windy road back to our villa in the hills. all of a sudden my phone buzzed with a text from my best friend Sam.

Sam: Yo dude congrats, my brothers asleep now and my parents are outta town wanna come over? I alr got about 15 people here and more are coming by the second

Me: Idk man, your brother is gonna kick my ass for knocking him out if he wakes up, also my parents would kill me if i went out partying before my calc test

Sam: Please man, I'm so bored rn and you need a break

Me: Fine, i'll see what I can do

I look up to see my dad still staring at the road ahead. How can i get there, i guess i could always just say i'm going to a study session with a couple friends.

"Dad, can you drop me off by the Diaz's house, Carlos just invited me over to study for the calculus exam tomorrow?"

"If you must" he grunted turning the car around

Carlos's house is only a street down from Sam's so my dad shouldn't see the party. As we pull into the neighbor hood my dad reminds me of his rules, no drinking, no sex, no drugs, and no injuries, then he drives off. I walk down the street and turn onto Bluewaffle Way where i see the strobe lights a couple houses down. People are already outside on the roof and on top of cars drinking and smoking.

the inside of the house is packed with people, so much that I can barely move and the counters are covered in red solo cups and beer bottles. i try to go upstairs and find Sam when someone bumps into me. They said sorry and then quickly turned around, it was Barack. Shit. I try to run up the stairs but he grabs the back of my shirt, wow he is strong, and pulls me downstairs with him. he isn't wearing a shirt for some reason and its showing off his four pack very nicely. We got downstairs and he shoved me to the ground.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you cost me everything then come to my house right after!" He screamed tears welling in the corners of his eyes.

"I'm sorry ok, I didn't do it on purpose."

"yeah well it doesn't matter anymore, I hate you Eddie Sheeran, more than you could ever imagine. That was my one chance but you had to take it just like every other shot at anything good ive ever had in my entire life!" He was fully raging at this point, his face tinting red and people started to look and whisper at the scene occurring.

"You don't know shit Barack, I had to win I had no choice, and for the record I felt terrible for knocking you out back there but in the end if you can get knocked out that easily by a sack then you had no chance in the big leagues." I said sternly, walking away.

I looked back to see him going over to the beer table, i decide to go grab some shots and calm down a bit. After about ten shots my legs start to feel numb, fuck, my head is spinning and i go over to sam, i think.

"Sam man whats uppppppp" I say slurring my words as i speak

"Eddie, are you ok? your eyes are really red?" Said sams figure, his face is pretty blurry to me but I think its him.

"Im good as fuck man, ima go grab some more of those weird shots you got going over there." I said. I started going over to the shot table before someone grabbed my hand and started leading me upstairs. He lays me on the couch in his brothers room for some reason and turns away to leave

"Nooooo, dont leave me man, your brothers gonna hurt meeee" I cry.

"No he wont, you'll be fine if you stay here." He says closing the door and sitting on his brothers bed to read for some reason.

"im so sorrrrrryyyyyyyy mannn" I said tears rolling down my face

"Why?" He asked

"Becauseee, I like hurt your brother and I feel bad because then i yelled at him and he is a good player and then I-I-I." I started crying even more uncontrollably.

"Your drunk out of your mind and I'm pretty sure your drink was spiked, if you wanna talk about it that can be done when your sober." He said patting my head and then turning off the light.

"C-Can you tell him that i sporryyyyy?" I asked, wiping tears off my face

"No, you can talk to him in the morning, for now I need you to try and sleep off whatevers in your system before our calculus test second period." He said turning away from me

I tried to fight the overwhelming tiredness that corrupted my mind but it didn't work and before I knew it i was drifting off to sleep on the couch of someone who wants me dead.;