Taming Each Other 30

Cash’s POV
⚠️Gay Slur⚠️

Marcus was barreling towards me, just as the rest of the team exited the changing rooms, throwing himself behind me and keeping me between him and Royal. Which for some reason was chasing him, while holding his broke arm for minimum movement.

“What the fuck do you mean your ask my LITTLE sister out?”

“Ohhhh, this makes more sense, you told him,” Marcus’s and Royals’s turned towards me both saying ‘you fucked up’.

“You knew?”

“No?”

“You expect-“

“Oh, shut up, lovebirds,” Coach walked up, “we’re all starving let’s go.”

We walked towards the bus and loaded up before everyone started debating food.

“You’re not gonna suggest anything,” our kicker, Jason, commented softly nudging Royal from behind.

It makes sense why he would if he wanted a certain food he would get it, even if he had to pay because it was too expensive, “Nah, I’m not feeling like anything and even if it was I have no doubt all my cards are canceled…. At least for a week or so until my father decides he wants something out of me.”

“Yes, blackmail, wonderful,” he rolled his eyes at Tristan’s comment.

It wasn’t unusual for a topic like this to come up, but now that I loved this man it made me pissed off. Ever since we started to date I’ve noticed things about him that I didn’t before. The most noticeable was him degrading every single feature, both physical and emotional, about himself no matter who wanted to look or act like him. I scoffed in my mind at disbelief for myself and everyone around me. It’s almost as if all his life he’s been told that there is nothing good about him…. Almost as if he’s been groomed to be this perfect person and when he fails it’s the worst thing to ever happen.

As I made this revelation Marcus hit the back of my head. I looked up at him being knocked out of my thoughts. Apparently he had asked me something after Royal decided to stop dealing with him and leaned against my body.

“No offense, dude, but how the actual fuck did you land Royal Hawkson? He’s a the sexiest, slutiest, rudest, badass…est Mexican man ever. Plus you two absolutely despised each other, remember?”

“I’m half-Spanish not Mexican, dipshit.”

“Yeah, whatever, you’re a Hispanic or Latino or whatever whore still.”

“Wow,” I put on the most monotone voice I had, “you two just treat each other so well. So, glad I could be here for this.”

They both ignored me, “if I had a dollar for every time you said something smart, I’d be broke,” this man was a absolute genius standing up for himself from others, why is he so bad standing up to his dad.

When I came back to it they were talking about looks, “I don’t know how you do it you are the most unique Spaniard ever,” at least he got the right race? Ethnicity? I don’t know, but at least he got it right, “you’ve got the brightest, lightest, clearest blue eyes ever; you’ve got the most textured, natural PLATINUM blonde hair ever, you’ve got the perfect, sexy body shape; and a natural, flawless tan skin. HOW DO YOU HAVE A NATURAL TAN AND PLATINUM HAIR! It’s not fair that you get absolutely everyone you want.”

“Wow, Marcus are you flirting with my boyfriend? You hate him. I can’t believe you,” he lightly shoved me and was about to say something along the lines of me hating him before continuing the conversation with Marcus when Coach Black interrupted us saying we were at the eating establishment of choice… it was Taco Bell.

Most of the guys cheered and ran off the bus, while I carefully watched Royal get up and off, “It’s a broken wrist not leg you don’t have to look at my like that.”

“Like what?”

He rolled his eyes at me and followed after the rest with me still close behind. We went inside and Royal gave one disgusted look before turning around, but in his defense this place looked disgusting, “Get me whatever vegetarian shit this place has and pray we don’t get food poisoning,” with that he turned around and walked back to the bus.

I was the final one to order and after I did the cashier spoke up loudly, “your friend is cute kind of slutty, but he’s obviously too rich and preppy to even be in a place like Taco Bell for more than a couple seconds. Isn’t it annoying… him throwing his dirty work on you.”

If looks could kill this motherfucker would be dead and not just from my eyes, “this place is absolutely disgusting and I honestly don’t know why Coach didn’t lead us someplace else when we first walked in, so MY BOYFRIEND is not too good for this place he just didn’t like the filth and I don’t blame him he probably has never seen a place this disgusting because he was raised in a rich household in a clean town. Thank you very much and have a terrible fucking rest of your day you, motherfucker,” I heard audible gasps.

I paused for a second as the girl was moved aside by some dude with a tag saying manager spoke up, “How was she supposed to know you and that dude were fags and dating neither of you look like fairies,” it took all my might not to turn around and punch him in the face, but I didn’t.

Hugging Royal from behind made him turn his head towards me. I kissed him hard before he pulled away and finished turning around, “what’s wrong?”

“Just an homophonic cashier.”

“So?”

I keep on forgetting that, probably his father, has raised him in a homophobic household and nothing that should be absolutely horrendous is new to him.

Luckily the last of the team finished coming out. I smiled at Marcus when I saw him being dragged by his father with a bloodied hand. Royal obviously noticed too, “what exactly happened in there?”

“Doesn’t matter,” we loaded onto the bus and sat down.

“Marcus you really should just chill just because someone threw a weak ass insult towards you doesn’t mean you need to full on fight them.”

“Yeah, whatever, dude. I would do it a million times over if I had to.”

I chuckled at him, “this has been an eventful day let’s just go home.”

I felt a phone ring and Royal picked up a call, “hello?”

His eyes widened and he threw his hand over his mouth as a sob forced its way out, “where are you?!” After a second he spoke to the bus driver and Coach, “go to St. Peter Hospital, please. No, No whatever you do don’t hang up.”

“What happened?”

He muted the phone, “my… my family got into a really really bad accident…. My mom is dead.”