Taming Each Other 28

Royal’s POV
⚠️Gay Slur⚠️

That motherfucking traitor. How she ever found out in the first place is unknown to me, but she was my friend. I turned my head away from Cash to look behind me again and make sure I’m not hallucinating.

The cheer team was in 2 pyramids and between them was a huge poster meant for our schools mascot and logo, but instead had a blown up photo of me and Cash making the fuck out. You could literally see his tongue inside my mouth from a small gap between our lips.

My rapist ex is back, yippee, my wrist just got broken, fabulous, and now this, tremendous. Seriously what the fuck?

“Royal…” Cash broke me out of my trance I turned back to the team everyone was looking at me. Waiting… wondering what I was going to do. By the looks on their faces I knew that if I just said that it was photoshopped they would jump on it. Anything to avoid the actual possibility of us together. Cash slightly touched my good arm before I slapped him away. He didn’t try just stood there, “I’m sorry… if I would’ve known,” I shouldn’t have slapped his touch away I know that, but I’m fucking terrified. And if life wasn’t great enough my father was in the crowd.

I sighed heavily, “don’t… just-” I was cut off.

“IT’S PHOTOSHOPPED!” I turned around and my father was standing in the middle of the field the poster being torn down, “MY SON ISNT A FAGGOT! ESPECIALLY NOT WITH THAT HUGH BOY!”

He said it with such disgust like I had committed the absolute worst crime in the world, “you!” He pointed to Cash next to me, “you’re probably in on this,” he walked towards Cash pissed off, so I stepped in front of him, “you want to bring my son down with you. GUESS WHAT! Your grandfather is no good at ‘revenge’; your father is no good at ‘revenge’ and neither are you?”

Wait what? “What do you mean by revenge? Father why is their a feud between us?”

“This doesn’t concern you, boy, get out of my way.”

“Tell me and I might move.”

“Have you really not figured it out and I thought you were smarter than that child. Your mothers father and his grandfather had built the company up from scratch. They were partners and they fought, occasionally, yes, so everyone believed them to be enemies. They were actually friends that’s why a little small town cop and whatever the wife does has such a nice place and things. When your mother married me and I came to America I forced the Hugh’s out and became the top medical facility in the country, while, effectively making them through a court case worth $100,000 for just a little dirt from the bottom of my shoe.”

“What?” It was my father who caused all the problems.

“You’ll learn eventually my boy you’ve gotta be cutthroat to get ahead in the game no matter who hates you because of it. Even if the scandal got out I practically own the medical field, so it doesn’t matter. Now move,” he forcefully shoved me away by my bad arm causing me to groan in pain and step out of the way.

The second I did his hand went for a punch to the nose of Cash. Coach’s hand caught his, “not my players, and not my field. Take a look at the crowd. Take a look at your son. You don’t deserve to own a tycoon or have a family.”

I heard someone whisper beside me, “at least it makes more sense why Royals a terrible person.”

“Like Cash would ever actually want to be with him,” someone else.

“Father, please, just go home. It’s not worth it.”

He whirled around and put a grimy finger in my face, “don’t speak to me, boy! I won’t be as kind as I was before.”

“Oh, for fucks safe go fuck yourself you homophobic bitch,” I looked at Cash. Impressive.

“Im still not done with you,” he looked around security was standing there waiting to grab him, “come, Royal, I’m done here for now. We’ll fix everything up at home. Your mother and sisters are waiting just over there,” he nodded his head at the exit and I looked. Walking past me he walked a couple more steps before stopping, waiting, “Royal Diego Hawkson.”

If I leave that’s the end of things simple as pie, but as I looked at my friends, my team, the crowd, and Cash I knew if I left… that’s the end of things.

I looked down and began to follow my father like I’ve done my entire life. Not wanting to see anyone’s face at my betrayal or have them see mine.

“Royal!” I looked up right before I finished walking out. Jo and the rest of the Hugh Crew were standing there looking absolutely shattered. Sasha and Ivy were also close by looking ecstatic, they were happy at this. I looked towards my team one more time catching each of their eyes. Even Marcus looked a bit upset, although he tried to hide it behind his glare.

I chuckled softly, “Since when did I listen to anyone about anything,” I walked back towards Cash grabbing him by the top of his pads and pulling him in to kiss me. My pads had gotten taken off when I was on the ground so his were the only ones between us and they were pissing me off.

Did I know everyone was watching us, some ecstatic some pissed, yes. Did I care, fuck no. I let his tongue run into my mouth they already saw the picture might as well give them a show. I let go of him both of us panting his eyes wide with shock and walked over to Ivy.

“If your going to be two faced at least try to make one of them look pretty,” I grabbed her megaphone, “Get a dude who loves you even though you are a fucking bitch,” slamming the megaphone back into her I faced my father.

“What are you doing,” he whisper yelled.

“Whatever the fuck I want. I’m done playing by your rules we both know I own the game.”

“You can’t get revenge on me and we both know it. It’ll just make it worse for you.”

“Revenge isn’t in my plans, you’ll fuck yourself on your own,” I walked towards the locker rooms and collapsed when I reached them.

“Royal?”

I looked up, “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”