***Trace’s POV***

                Juliet’s mom let me into the house and I made my way up to Juliet’s room. I tried to go in, but the door was locked. Annoyed, I pounded my fists on it. “Juliet! Open up,” I said impatiently.

                She unlocked the door and opened it, letting me in. “Sorry Trace. I didn’t know you were coming,” she said, shutting the door once I was sitting on her bed.

                She came and sat next to me. She pressed her lips to mine lovingly and I shoved her away from me. She stared at me in shock.

                “Trace…what the hell?” she asked in hurt.

                “I’m breaking up with you,” I said flatly. “We’re through.”

                Juliet’s eyes widened. “W-What?” she whispered shakily.

                “You heard me. Don’t play dumb. You know I hate that. We. Are. Through.” I stood up and cracked my neck. “Sorry.”

                “Trace! Why?” she asked desperately. “Please no! Trace, please! I love you!”

                “I don’t love you. I thought I did, but I don’t. Sorry Juliet. I just don’t want to be with you anymore,” I said. My mind flashed to Kory and I forced myself not to smile a little. That would get a TV chucked at my head. Girls could be violent when you dumped them. I still had the scar from the last crazy bitch I dumped.

                “Trace, we’re not through!” she said furiously, standing up and glaring at me. “We’re not!”

                “You sound like a child, and we are,” I said simply, shrugging. “I said sorry. But we’re through. I don’t have feelings for you anymore Juliet. Don’t make this difficult. My mind is made up.”

                “So, what? You just used me for sex? Is that it Trace Saunders? Just use a girl and dump her?” she hissed, her eyes flashing.

                I sighed in annoyance. “Juliet, if I had used you for sex, I would’ve fucked you and dumped you a long time ago. I didn’t use you for sex, and don’t try to make it seem that way. Besides, you were willing, so shut up. I didn’t use you. I just don’t have feelings for you anymore. Why would I stay with someone I didn’t have feelings for?”

                Annoyed with her now, I turned and left her bedroom. I was about half way down the stairs before she screamed my name and came out of her room. Oh brother. Here we go again with crazy chicks. I just knew how to pick em, huh?

                I hit the bottom of the stairs just as she started coming down them. “Trace Saunders you get back here right NOW!” she screamed furiously.

                She grabbed my arm roughly, digging her nails into it. Dammit. Why were the quiet, nice girls always the ones who turned violent during the break up? No wonder Kory and Zeke were gay.

                “Juliet! What is going on here?” her dad demanded, coming out with her mom.

                “He’s trying to break up with me! Trace, please don’t!” she cried, breaking down into the inevitable tears. Oh wonderful. Now her dad was watching.

                I pried her hand off my arm. “Juliet. We’re through. How many times do I have to say it? You’re making this harder than it has to be!” I snapped.

                “Trace, you are such a bastard. I’ve never liked you much. You’re just a cold hearted person! Don’t you snap at my daughter!” Juliet’s dad, Roger, boomed.

                “I’m cold hearted because I don’t have feelings for her and tried to calmly break up with her? I don’t care if you’ve never liked me. Most people don’t. I don’t care. I can’t help it that Juliet doesn’t understand the words WE’RE THROUGH!” I growled in frustration.

                “Juliet, let him go. You could do so much better than this waste of space, emotionless brat. His own mom didn’t want him, and she was right not to. He doesn’t deserve you,” Roger said cruelly.

                “My mom didn’t want me? Thanks for letting me know. I fucked your daughter by the way. Took her virginity. Won’t happen again,” I said with a shrug before making my way out of the house.

                Once I was outside, I took off sprinting until I was out of sight of the house. The last thing I needed was her angry father shooting me. I knew Roger had a gun. He happened to be cleaning it when I came to pick Juliet up for our first date.

                I knocked on the door of Sammy’s house, one of the idiots who tried to beat up Kory. Sammy was generally a harmless guy when he was by himself. He just tried to impress Davey, the asshole of the soccer team. Bigger asshole than me, actually.

                Sammy opened the door and I shoved him out of the way and let myself into his house. I shut the door and peeked out to see if Juliet’s dad had followed me. Nope. Safe.

                “Sorry Sammy. I just dumped my girlfriend and told her dad that I fucked her,” I said.

                Sammy laughed and rolled his eyes. “Wow Trace. That’s a dumb idea. What if he tells your dad?” he asked.

                I shrugged. “Then I tell my dad it’s a lie. He’ll believe me if I get my stepbrother and Zeke to help convince him that I’m a virgin.”

                Sammy stopped laughing and made a face. “I still can’t believe your stepbrother turned Zeke into a fag,” he growled.

                “Kory didn’t turn Zeke into a fag. Zeke was gay before Kory even came around town. Kory just helped him out of the closet is all. Besides, I think they broke up. Still friends, just not dating. Anyways, don’t give my best friend or my stepbrother a hard time. You’ll piss me off. You know I’m worse than Zeke,” I said flatly. I gave him a look that challenged him to talk any shit about Zeke or Kory.

                He cleared his throat nervously. “Uh…right. I won’t give them a hard time Trace. I promise. We were just messing around with your stepbrother. I wouldn’t have…uh…so, do you need a ride anywhere or do you want to hang out?” Smart boy.

                “Let’s go down to the soccer field and practice,” I said and Sammy nodded.

                His mom, who happened to be the “soccer mom”, drove us down to the elementary school and dropped us off. I texted Zeke and Kory to meet us there and they did within 10 minutes.

                “Break up didn’t go well, huh?” Kory asked as he came over to me.

                “Her dad showed up to my house?” I asked and Kory shook his head and pointed at my arm. I looked down and groaned, seeing that she had made my arm bleed with her nails. Damn sharp nails.

                “Come get the soccer ball with me,” I grumbled and pulled Kory into the supply shed.

                I shoved him against the wall and pressed my lips to his, loving the feeling. Kory instantly kissed me back deeply, wrapping his arms around my neck.

                I pulled away and picked up the soccer ball out of the supply shed. “Kory, we have to keep this secret from our parents,” I said silently. “From everybody except Zeke, really. Are you okay with that?”

                Kory rolled his eyes. “Duh! Just because I’m hyper it doesn’t mean I can’t keep a secret.  I‘m fine with it, as long as I get to be with you.” He blushed.

                I turned to him and sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I mean it Kory. They can’t find out. We’d get in a lot of trouble,” I said.

                “We’ll they’re not going to find out! I won’t tell them that we’re dat- OH MY GOD IT’S RAINING AND YOU’RE WEARING A WHITE SHIRT! GET OUT THERE YOU SEXY ASS MOTHER FUCKER!”

                He ran over and shoved me out of the supply shed. I stumbled but managed to catch my balance. I rolled my eyes at Kory as the rain fell down and stuck my white T-shirt to my body. Kory hungrily drank in my appearance.

                “Guys, come on! Let’s shoot before it starts to pour too bad!” Zeke called.

                Kory jumped out of the supply shed and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me over to the field with him and snatched the ball out of my hands. He shoved me at the goal and pointed at it.

                “You. There,” he grunted.

                “Are you an ape?” I asked sarcastically before making my way over to the goal and positioning myself as he, Sammy, and Zeke took shots at me.

                “I kick a soccer ball in the air sometimes saying ayo! I’m gonna score on Trace yo!” Kory sang cheerfully as he shot and scored on me yet again.

                I glared at the ball in frustration. Still, Kory was the only person I didn’t feel like killing when he scored on me. I was a sore loser and I hated to be scored on. But for Kory…well, he just impressed me with his skill. He looked like he should miss the ball and fall on his ass when he shot when in reality, he shot like a fucking beast.

                I picked the ball up and walked over to the three others. We had been here for a while, and I was drenched.

                “It’s starting to rain pretty hard. Let’s go back to my house. It’s closer,” I said and they nodded in agreement. I threw the soccer ball in the soccer shed and we began to walk towards my house together.

                “Zeke! Let me ride you!” Kory demanded.

                Zeke laughed and bent over so that Kory could jump on his back. I shoved him and shook my head. “Not after last time. Kory doesn’t need to hit his head and get even more brain damage,” I pointed out.

                Kory and Zeke pouted. Kory looked so adorable when he pouted like that. The truth was that I was jealous of him and Zeke. I couldn’t help it.

                “Jerk! You’re giving me a piggy back then!” Kory said stubbornly.

                I shrugged and bent over. Kory did some stupid victory dance before jumping onto my back and wrapping his arms around my neck as I straightened up.

                His weight on me was comfortable along with the feeling of his arms around my neck. Kory rested his chin on my head and I could almost imagine him smiling.

                We walked all the way back to my house, me being careful on the hill. I didn’t want to see Kory get hurt again.

                We walked up my driveway towards the garage. Kory shifted and placed his chin on my shoulder with a goofy grin. “You didn’t let me crack my head open!” he cheered.

                I winced. “Kory, no wonder Zeke always complained you were making him deaf. You’re so damn loud!” I snapped. He smiled innocently and I rolled my eyes, resisting the urge to kiss him.

                “You’re dumb Kory,” I said and he laughed and shook his head. “Nope!” he said joyfully. “Yes, you ar-” Before I could finish speaking, a sharp pain erupted in the back of my head and I was knocked sideways to the grass.

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