I Fucking Hate Him

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I FUCKING HATE HIM CHAPTER TWO

"See any hot guys in here?"

Jessie snickered as Tyler looked bewildered around his vicinity, grunting at her, worrying himself stupid whether or not his parents, or Jessie's parents for that matter had heard her, but of course, knowing it was his lifelong bestie, he knew the coast was clear. She'd never give his secret away, never in a million years.

He smirked, and bumped into her so hard that she nearly tripped over her feet on the way to their table in the local Spur Steak Ranch.

"For God's sake don't make us look cheap..." Tyler's father murmured just loud enough for his son and his liege to hear, which just elicited even more laughter amongst the youngers.

If only they knew what Jess had asked him...as devout Christians they would have been appalled! No...no...disgusted and horrified might be a more accurate description. Each and every day he had to hear about the dangers of getting involved with the wrong sort of crowd...come to think of it, he nearly thought both his parents would ground him until he someday got married over the fight that happened on the football pitch between himself and that idiot Remi Carter, the one that Tyler himself instigated to begin with.

Safe to say...coming out to his parents or anyone else apart from Jess was NOT in his plans for the foreseeable future, and that was just the way things were and had to be. Alas.

Jessie ordered herself an orange juice, whilst Tyler happily tried to order himself a beer, before the completely silent stares of eyes, with both parental figures giving him near damn death stares ended that valiant attempt. He had always wondered what it was like to actually drink alcohol and actually get drunk, I the full sense of the word, but then again...in this conservative town? Who the hell would sell an alcoholic drink to a sixteen-year-old?

Settling for a Coke Zero as well as a yummy Cheese, Bacon and Guacamole burger, along with the traditional fries and onion rings that the restaurant offered, the two teens were excused when they saw that there were indeed a few games lined up, such as a Nintendo Switch and a PS5 PlayStation console in the kiddie's area.

Well...anything was literally better than to endure both sets of parents talking shop and politics all night. Jess winked at Tyler and off they went, telling their parents to place call them once their food was ready.

Entering the Kiddies Corner, as the play area was affectionately called, Tyler raced Jess to the one and only Nintendo Switch that was available, before getting there first, and loading his own game of Pokemon Legends Arceus into the console whilst sticking his tongue out at her.

Jess picked up the PS5 with a slight shove to her best friend, and both teens were silent for a while trying to combat and do well in their separate online endeavors.

They were busy and shooting the shit, talking about all kinds of school and teenage, hormonal crap for a while, before Tyler heard the one voice that he never wanted to hear ever again...

"Right, if ya'll would just come this way...over here are the games, and don't worry, I'll give all of you a face painting, you can choose any kind of picture or..."

Tyler blinked, and gave Jess a funny look, and the even identical look on her own unblemished teenage face showed him that he wasn't alone in what he was thinking...

...no...come on...not him...now here and not now!!

But when they both turned around, yes...Remi had seen them first, before they had even bothered to fully face him.

He was standing in the middle of the kiddie's corner, with a bunch of five- and six-year-old boys, if Tyler had to guess, around him, complete with a bunch of balloons and toys gathered up in his hands. The look in his eyes gave away how humiliating this must have been for him, at least, as Jess cleared her throat and gave him a slight smile.

Tyler grimaced slightly...he knew that Jess had feelings for Remi, or if not that, that she at least found him insanely attractive, and if he had to FORCE himself to admit it, she wouldn't be wrong in that department.

At fucking all.

Remi was wearing a tight-fitting black t-shirt, complete with blue fazed out jeans, having certainly been washed more than a couple of times, that also had a couple of holes inside of them, but if anything, that attire made him look even more sexier than he already was.

His golden blonde hair that always, but always seemed to flop wildly in every direction he damn well turned to, was clean and hanging across his face, his cheeks were as a red, as red can be...

Tyler wasn't quite sure, it that was from the exhaustion of clearly having entertained these bunch of kids the whole afternoon, or from the fact that both of his classmates, one of which he hated beyond belief, had now seen him.

Remi swallowed slowly, and turned away from both Jess and Tyler, before proceeding to giving each of the young boys and girls a balloon, as well as a huge ass smile, before showing them the games, and the consoles, as well as warning them to be careful if they were going to use the jungle gym and the other accessories.

"Okay, off you guys go! Say, who's up for getting their faces painted like Spiderman?"

"ME...ME...ME...!" thundered across the kiddie's corner in their numbers, before Remi went about to organizing them into a line, before about placing said face paint and a glass of water, along with some plastic paint brushes down on the table, and sitting down on the chair.

"Right, you're first! Let's turn you into Peter Parker, shall we?" he said, looking straight in the eyes of the happy, excited little boy that he was now giving the first face painting to.

"Jesus...look how happy those kids are with Remi..." Jess broke Tyler's train of thought as she nudged her foot slightly against his own, and it took a while for Tyler to respond in any kind of nature...

"He...I overheard him the other day, like a couple of days ago. He told coach that he didn't have the money to go on the team building weekend. He even ended up blaming me for it, you know, for starting the fight. He doesn't know that I know about all that, and I also never mentioned it."

"He's doing all this to pay for his fee to go? Fucking hell..." Jess said with clear pity in her voice, which just managed to irritate Tyler even further, if that was at all possible.

"Come on, Jess, there must be loads and loads of kids in our school and just about everywhere in the world who has to work to pay for stuff. Not everyone has money like our parents does! Why should all the pity and sympathy in the world go to Remi? I bet you there are thousands of kids our age doing what he's doing now!"

Tyler was still returning his attention to the Pokemon game that he was playing before Remi and the kids had entered, before saw that Jess had placed the PS% down next to him and was making her way out of the Kiddies Corner and back to their table.

In a fucking instant, Tyler's eyes fell on Remi, as she walked past him, and for the first time that evening, both boy's eyes met.

Remi, who had so clearly tried his best to ignore both Tyler and Jess ever since he noticed them, and just tried to get on with his job...and Tyler, who had done the same, but because he just didn't wanna hero Remi any more than working with these young kids was already doing.

"She went that way..." came the dry comment from Remi, all the while he was concentrating in painting the perfect Spiderman on the face of the little boy in front of him.

"Yeah, no shit," Tyler said out loud before he could stop himself, as the faces of the young kids told their own story...

...some started to giggle at the sound of the so called "bad word" their mommies and daddies must have to forbid them to ever say, some had their hands over their mouths in shock and some stared at Tyler as if they didn't really care.

Remi closed his eyes and it seemed like he was counting to ten inside his mind, before he threw complete and utter laser daggers over at this teammate.

"Get out, Tyler. Just...just get out."

Tyler swallowed and blushed, before he gently placed the Nintendo Switch down back where he had found it, took out his game card, and placed it inside his pocket, before he quickly jogged out of the area...and after he had left, he could clearly hear one of the little girls asking... "Remi, what is shit..."

Instead of seeing her back at the table, Tyler spotted Jess outside of the restaurant, quickly pacing up at down, at a furious pace, seemingly for all the world like she was trying her level best to calm herself down.

Taking a quick look back to their table, he knew there was no way they'd be even be missed, the way his father and Jess's dad was debating the upcoming national election, and he slipped out to his bestie...well, at least by the looks of it, he HOPED Jess was still his bestie.

"Okay, time to let me have it...what the hell did I do wrong now?" he asked softly as he approached her, only to have her shake her head and pursing her lips in subtle anger.

"Was that all you could say? Huh? Really, Tyler? That there are so many kids in the world who has to work to earn stuff that me and you take for granted because our parents are loaded, so now you can't even acknowledge the effort it must take for Remi to actually do this? Just so that he can go on some dumb soccer team building thing that YOU are responsible for in the first place?"

Tyler's eyes narrowed and the lump within his throat somehow got a little bigger from every single syllable of her words...of course he cared...of course he...admired what Remi was doing...coping with all those kids at the same time all afternoon couldn't have been easy...but he wasn't going to act like Remi was some kind of saint, either!

"Jess, I kinda get what you're saying, but me and Remi don't get along and I don't see why I have to think he's some kind of hero just because he has to work for what he wants. I can't help my parents are rich, either! What, should I now bow before him just because he has a job, and I get everything for free? Not everyone in the world have money, Jess! Why should I feel guilty because my family does?"

Jess sniffed, and took a longing look towards the window of the Kiddies Corner, where she knew Remi still had to be busy keeping all those kiddies in check whilst their parents trusted him with their babies, trying to finish their meal in peace...before she smirked and patted Tyler on his shoulder.

"I love you, Ty. But you can be a real jerk sometimes..." she whispered, before walking slowly and solemnly back to the restaurant.

**

"Now are you sure you have everything, Tyler? You know how forgetful you are...Tooth brush, clean underwear, roll-on?"

"For god's sake, Mom, what am I, seven?"

Lydia Jackson rolled her eyes and concentrated on getting her son to the school in time to catch their bus, which would take them to the team building campsite just outside of town.

Coach had done a lot of trouble to make sure that all parents had his contact details, and of course that of the camp site itself, as well as directions to get there, if there was ever an emergency. Touch wood.

Tyler taking FOREVER to decide what to pack and what to wear had them a little later than usual, and of course Lydia just simply HAD to finish emailing a much-needed report to her Head of Department at work, so yeah...tensions were rather running high.

"Tyler, relax, they won't leave without the team captain, surely..."

"Have you actually ever met the coach? He'll sure as hell drive off and let you take me all the way there yourself, if we're not on time!"

Tyler slumped back against the car chair and tapped with his fingers against his knees, a trait he always did whenever he was on edge, or even irritated. Lydia, knowing that look and trait all too well herself, reached over to the glove compartment and took out her purse, keeping one hand firmly on the steering wheel.

"There you go, take a couple of bucks and give it to the coach as a donation from me, I'm sure he'll understand why we are a few minutes late. Just throw him some cash his way, that will keep him quiet."

Tyler almost choked on his saliva at his mother's words, but then again, that was no newbie to him either.

Both his parents have always believed that there was no problem in the world, at all, which money couldn't cure. He slightly smirked as he realized that money sure as hell ain't gonna help either of his folks if they should ever find out that he was gay...boy, oh boy.

As Tyler checked the time on his iPhone for what felt like the millionth time, and they were still about six or seven minutes away from school, they turned a corner, before he suddenly sat up, a feeling of strange excitement flushing through him as he immediately recognized...he'd know that blond head of hair fucking anywhere...

"MOM! STOP!"

Lydia stopped the car in a hurry, with terror reflected inside her eyes, all the while staring at her son like he had just been possessed by a demon spirit.

"What is going on, Tyler? You scared me half to death!"

Tyler swallowed, his heart beating a faster than it ever had before...he himself was dumbstruck at why he had yelled so loudly, but then he placed his hand on his mom's arm to calm her down and proceeded to point towards the two people standing on the sidewalk, next to an old car, of which steam was quite literally pouring out at a rapid pace from the engine.

"That's...that's one of my teammates over there. His name is Remi Carter. And that has to be his mother. I'm guessing. He should be at school already...just like us by the way..." Tyler murmured as concern turned to sarcasm, to which his mother shook her head and turned towards him.

"So, what, now? Should we give him a lift? Urgh...he's going to mess up my clean car with all that smoke cooked around him..."

"Mom, please, it's my fault that this whole trip has to be done in the first place. Come on. Please? And be nice to him! I don't want you embarrassing me!"

Lydia rolled her own eyes yet again, very much like her son always did, before nodding, and Tyler went about getting out of the car, and ran quickly over towards where Remi and his mother were at that point in time. The poor woman was on her phone, and Remi was kneeling on the sidewalk, complete with his head inside his hands, when Tyler slowly walked forward...

"Dude?"

Remi looked up, saw Tyler, looked as quick as he could to their broken down, and battered car, before he once more turned all shades of red inside of his face, and Tyler could swear one of these minutes Remi would slowly but surely resemble a ripe tomato.

Remi stood up, wiping his behind and turning towards his mother.

"Mom, any luck? Please, we have to get out of there and to the school, I'm gonna miss my bus!"

"Darling, I'm trying my best here!" his mom responded with sheer panic inside her voice, before she realized that Remi was not alone, next to her any more.

Tyler smiled as best he could, before stretching out his hand to the woman.

"Oh, sorry, Mam, I should have said hi...I'm Tyler, and I'm on the soccer team, same as Remi. Me and my mom were heading to school as well, when we saw you standing here next to the road. You guys got car trouble?"

"Noooooo, gosh, we're just ditching this old heap of scrap and waiting here for our fucking limo!" Remi let rip, with fire in his eyes, which actually frightened Tyler, as if seemed like Remi was angry enough to actually rip him apart.

For the second time in a matter of days, Remi was starting complete and utter humiliation in his face, and before Tyler of all people, for that matter.

Tyler ignored Remi and walked slowly towards his mother.

"Mam, if you say it's okay, me and my mom can give you guys a lift to school, I mean, we're like, heading there anyway, it's not like it's going to be a problem or extra fuel used or anything like that..."

Remi's mom seemed in that instant as if she could actually HUG Tyler as she smiled, visibly relaxed and ran her fingers through her hair, which had come lose from the sides, from her simple and modern ponytail, due to all the stress and effort to get Remi to the school.

"Mom...don't do this..." Remi started to plead his case, but a death stare from the latter stopped his right in his tracks.

"Darling, these people are kind enough to give us a lift. And of course, we'll contribute you guys for fuel, no question. I know you, and I recognize you now, you're Tyler Jackson, a striker on the team, just like my Remi is. And the team captain."

Tyler blushed, as he nodded, and dared to glanced his eyes over to Remi, who's body language still very much resembled a Thanksgiving turkey.

"Okay, great! I'll quickly go and tell my mom!"

Tyler wanted to turn around, but he felt his arm grabbed by Remi, who looked him dead in the eyes.

"This changes nothing. I'll make sure my mom pays your mom for this. I don't wanna owe you any fucking thing. You understand?"

Tyler responded by winking slyly at Remi, angering the latter boy even more, before jogging over to their car.

**

"You boys are late!"

Coach's voice thundered over the school grounds as both Tyler and Remi chased each other towards the bus, which was already humming and ready to go.

They had arrived just in fucking time, thank goodness. Remi gave Tyler a tired, but still deadly glance, before he proceeded to place his baggage in the department underneath the bus, and Tyler went about doing the same.

Both boys then got into the bus, which immediately presented another big problem...all seats were already taken by the rest of the team who had been there on time, and no one seemed as if they were in the mood to change or switch any time soon.

"What are you waiting for? The god damn apocalypse? There are two perfectly good seats right there!" Coach shouted, irritated as hell, as they were now officially late in getting to the camp, before signaled at the bus driver that they were FINALLY ready and able to go.

The sheer sudden rush of the bus moving shunned poor Tyler to his right, and of course he had to bump straight into Remi, as both boys landed on top of each other inside their seat, eliciting a murderous rapping of laughing from their fellow teammates, as well as several rude and unnecessary teenage boy comments.

"Get them a room, coach!" Jordan's loud voice shouted above everyone else's plunging the team into another choking of laughter and giggles.

Even the coach had a tough time in hiding his laughter, that comment was hilarious because if you knew Tyler and Remi, they were sworn enemies...the last thing they wanted to do would be sharing a room...or bodily fluids.

Tyler shot coach and the rest of his teammates a vicious glance, before he completely plonked himself into the window seat, smiling sweetly up at Remi.

"First come, first serve, bro!" he said with a nasty smirk, before Remi balled his fists...but the latter boy had no other choice but to sink glumly into the seat next to the aisle.

"Oh...and did I mention that I go to the toilet a lot?" Tyler said loud enough for everyone to hear.

Snickering and bickering from the boys made Remi stand up and face all of them.

"You wanna laugh? You wanna hear a good joke? Ya'll know of the time that Tyler WET HIMSELF before a match in Middle School and had to wear a DIPER for the whole first half?"

If the laughter before wasn't loud enough, THAT comment evolved it into its ultimate form. Some of the boys were actually holding their stomachs in sheer and utter pain, but they couldn't, and wouldn't stop laughing.

Tyler wanted nothing more but to GRAB Remi's smug face and rearrange it for him, but he kinda didn't wanna spend his twenties in fucking prison.

Instead, he just blew up his cheeks and started outside of the window, as it slowly started to rain.

Coach shook his head and patted both boys on the back, before he sat back down in his own seat.

Team building. What a sight to look forward to...

**

"NO! NO! NOT GONNA HAPPEN!"

Coach folded his arms and started at the two protesting boys, who had just been told that they weren't allowed to stay in separate rooms, whatsoever.

They had given it a good try however, but the coach was adamant...the sole purpose of this trip was to have his two-star strikers, who was responsible to score the goals for the team, bond as friends and teammates. And how were they supposed to do that when they would never see each other?

"Coach...you do realize that I can't stand this dude..."

"Coach, come on, don't do this to me..."

"SILENCE! For God's sake, are you toddlers fighting over who gets to sleep where? Or are you young men of sixteen years of age? You two are staying in one room, I don't give a shit who you share it with, but for the duration of this weekend, you two will be stuck to each other like white, on rice! GOT THAT?"

Tyler sighed and slumped to his knees, and he could hear Remi slightly move around, as if he was uncomfortable, before he got up again and angrily grabbed his belongings, and he stormed off to where the chalets was, of where they would be staying for the weekend. He threw his stuff onto the top bunk of one of the beds, before he was suddenly pulled back by...

"Who says I didn't want to sleep on top?"

Tyler smirked.

"I'm team captain. I get the final say. And you're in the bottom bunk. Just like always. Meaning, you're always gonna be my bitch."

Remi smirked back and pulled Tyler towards him, before letting suddenly go, sending the latter boy totally spiraling down to the floor in sheer embarrassment.

Scattering bouts of laughter following Tyler immediately as he got up and wiped the grass strains from his shirt and shorts, before he saw a sadistic laugh from Remi as he fully and calmly claimed the top bunk of the bed for himself. Flashing a beautiful, yet winning towards his immense rival, as he did so...

"Who's the bitch now, dude?" he giggled, and held out his fist for Sammy and Jordan to fist bump at the once.

Severe giggling followed throughout the chalet as the striker got the better of his captain. Which was not something that you saw every day, by any means...

...Tyler Jackson fully and utterly in the mud.

"We'll see what happens on the pitch, my dude. I'm not done with you. Not at fucking all!" Tyler shouted angrily, before grabbing his bag and tossing it onto the bunk beneath that of Remi, and laying down, his face scowling as he did so.

Just who did Remi fucking think he was? He'll GET his fucking sexy ass for this, that was a promise!"

**

"Hey Tyler, quick, come here!"

Tyler looked around at who was calling him, before he saw Jordan and Sammy signaling at him from behind the chalet, and he rushed towards them.

He was still miffed about them seemingly taking Remi's side earlier, but his gripe wasn't with them...it was with that little fucker who thought he was giving Romeo Beckham a run, in terms of his looks.

"What's up?" Tyler asked, but his question was immedicably answered...the moment as he saw the bottle of Richelieu Brandy held very tightly inside Sammy's hands.

"Where the fuck did you get that?" Tyler whispered; his eyes as huge as saucers.

Sammy smiled and his eyes was the complete opposite, full of laughter, boyish mischief and excitement at that point and time.

"Stole it from the old man's secret stash! Knew it would come in handy out here. Have you ever gotten drunk before, Tyler?"

Tyler wanted to say no...because that was the truth, at least, but he also knew that in a manner of speaking, these boys were his teammates, and he was their captain, they looked up to him...and if they knew that he had never had any alcohol...well...it might change all that. As far as he thought, anyway.

"Course I have...Hey...I have an idea...let's totally get Remi drunk!"

Where that idea had just came from, Tyler honestly didn't know...but he knew the moment that he said it, that they simply HAD to do it...that would be the PERFECT revenge for what happened with the bed situation earlier that afternoon!

Sammy snickered along with Tyler, but Jordan was more cautious...

"Dudes...you sure about this? Remi is a real mommy's boy; he's surely never had that stuff...certainly not stuff as potent as brandy...hey, what if it kills him?"

Tyler rolled his eyes and lightly slapped Duncan's forehead with the back of his hand.

"Brandy has never killed anyone, you idiot! We'll give him just enough to make him nice and mellow. Maybe Coach will do us all a favour and send him home..."

Sammy fist bumped Tyler but Jordan was still not sure.

"I dunno guys..."

Tyler angrily turned towards his teammate so fast, that he was sure he had just gotten whiplash.

"Look dude, if you wanna be a loser and not go ahead with this, fine, be a fucking wimp! Sammy, you with me?"

"Lead the way, Captain!" Sammy giggled before they started to plan carefully just where and when they would somehow spike something of Remi, to get him as drunk as they could.

Afterall, it was just a practical joke between teammates!

What could possibly go wrong?

**

"GERONIMOOOOOO!"

Sammy and Jordan, all the while snickering and through boyish giggles, blocked the water splashing into their eyes from the cannon ball that Tyler and Duncan had just performed together, before the boys started with their pool antics in all areas, including ducking their heads underwater, playing Marco Polo, and just basically boys, being boys, before Coach called them out of the water and challenged them to a classic game of Tug'O War.

As the divide for the two teams happened, both Tyler and Remi landed on opposing teams, and for some reason Coach, who were so adamant that the two boys fix things between them, strangely was fine with it. Sammy and Tyler were on one team, along for four other boys, whilst Remi, Jordan and Duncan, along with two more, made up the other team.

"Okay, boys! I don't want cheating of ANY kind in this challenge! Ya'll ready?"

"YES COACH!" came the answer as one voice, with all the boys ready and willing to show just what they were made of.

"READY...SET...PULL!"

The strain on the rope was immediately set to a vice grip point as neither team was willing to lose this challenge, not when the coach was watching and of course, sizing them up for any future soccer games. They were desperate to impress him, before the big game the following weekend against Edgemead High, their absolute biggest rivals in the national Highschool soccer league.

Tyler gritted his teeth and heard the grunts and moans of Sammy behind him, whilst glancing to the opposing team and seeing to his delight, that Remi and Jordan were also having a tough old time of things. Neither team was giving in an inch, by any means, and within five minutes, it became clear that there wasn't going to be a winner, as the coach called it a tie.

Both teams plundered down to ground, tired and exhausted from the back and forth pulling, and coach congratulated them, ordering to get showered and dressed before the evening meal, which would be contain a traditional South African Braai (BBQ) to welcome them to the campsite.

Tyler took off his shirt and wiped his dirty arms with the clothing, and as always, he dreaded looking at Sammy, especially Sammy, whenever he was shirtless himself. Because Sammy might not have been the best-looking boy on the team, but he sure as hell has the best six pack...fuck that, he nearly had an eight pack, he was always training so hard, at their family home gym.

The sixteen-year-old teenage boner inside Tyler's shorts threatened to get out of control as he quickly ran into the toilet stall and locked it. Several showers could he heard turned on and the boys washing off the afternoon dirt that got caked to their lanky, muscled, hairless bodies as best they could. Everyone was excited for the upcoming BBQ, as well as the band that coach hired to play music for them and to enjoy the team building evening.

Tyler stood inside the stall, hoping and praying that no one wanted to use it, because then he's cover would be blown, good and proper...his dick was still hard, as hard could be, and it didn't seem that it was going down any time soon...not with his teammates NAKED anywhere near him. Eventually the noises died down, as each boy only had a certain amount of minutes to shower, for everyone to get some hot water, and within a couple of terrifying minutes, suddenly, it was all quiet, with only the splattering of leftover water out of the shower heads, could be heard.

At last, Tyler felt that it was okay to come out of the toilet stall, he hated lying to his teammates saying he had a bad stomach...but he knew that he was seriously going to give his entire game away if he had showered with them, right then and there. It would of course have helped if he had jacked off before they left for the camp...

He sighed, as he left the stall, as he always did when his homosexuality threatened to get the best of him...how the fuck long was he going to able to keep this up? It was getting more and more harder by the day!

Quite literally.

As he walked to one of the shower heads and turned on the warm water, feeling the hot suds of steams cascade over his naked teenage body, he immediately felt a presence behind him. He turned around in sheer freight, before realizing that it was Remi, draped in only a towel around his midriff.

For a moment, there was complete and utter silence between the two boys, as neither knew what to say...as teammates they had seen each other naked several times over the years, but suddenly...inexplicably...it was like everything they had known until now, was suddenly different.

Tyler willed his eyes not to travel down Remi's beautiful torso...Sammy's eight pack dwarfed what Remi had to offer, but it was still...fucking hell, Tyler shook his head and forced his eyes open and to Remi's, away from the impending danger that was the boy's dick, hidden surely underneath that towel.

"You okay?" Remi asked, being the first to break the uncomfortable silence.

"What? Why?" Tyler asked, immediately on the offensive.

Remi frowned before he came closer...and Tyler couldn't understand why a sudden shiver was wreaking havoc through his entire body...it was only Remi...the boy he had known and despised for years...

"I thought the others said something about you not feeling well? That's why I stayed behind...I mean, they all fucking left without even asking if you were okay, and that's not cool, I mean...you know what I mean..."

A sudden warmth spread through Tyler's insides like a hot knife through butter...he didn't know what was happening to be fair, all that he knew was that there was a boy before him, a semi naked boy...the most beautiful boy he had ever seen in his entire life...

...and what's worse, Remi was right...not once did Jordan, nor Sammy, nor even Duncan for that matter, even ask if he was okay, or if they could stay behind with him. He had totally lied about feeling sick, because of his rock-hard cock seeing them all naked, but fuck...they didn't know that!

He couldn't stand Remi...he always thought the boy was stuck up, and pretentious, and if he was too honest with himself...he knew there were things on the soccer pitch that Remi could do better, WAY better than him. And THAT was what totally pissed him off. That feeling of losing out to his biggest rival...and here Remi Carter was...checking if he was okay. Blast my balls.

"I'm...I'm okay, man. Don't worry. Hey, the others are all probably waiting for us, so lemme finish up here and I'll join you guys just now."

Remi's eyes lingered just a second longer than it should have on Tyler's flaccid cock, before he smiled slightly and fastened the grip on the towel around his waist, and walking slowly towards the exit...

"Uhm...Remi?"

Remi stopped, and turned around to face Tyler.

"Yeah?"

A moment of silence was endured, before...

"Thanks. Thanks for caring."

Remi once more nodded, before taking one last look at Tyler, wet naked teenage body, before Tyler could swore the boy was sighing, and then he was gone.

"Jesus...Jesus...what the fuck just happened..." he whispered to himself.

**

"Sammy...look, man, I don't think we should go ahead with spiking Remi's drink, for real's man...look, if the coach finds out what we're going to do, then he's gonna have our balls for breakfast, and it's going to kick Remi off the team...look dude, I don't like the guy, but he's a good soccer player and we need him...why are you looking at me funny?"

Sammy swallowed nervously, before casting his eyes back to Jordan, who innocently held up both of his hands, in complete and utter surrender.

"Don't you fucking look at me, I told you not to do it!" he whispered, looking over to where the coach and the rest of the team were all making smores on what was left of the BBQ fire.

Tyler's eyes grew wide as he realized just what Jordan was actually saying...

"Sammy, you fucking idiot! We never said we would actually fucking do it!"

Sammy retreated as Tyler's anger worried him just a tad, but then he steadied himself and faced his team captain.

"You came up with the fucking idea! I thought it was a done deal. Now you're suddenly backtracking on everything! I'm not going down for this! I swear it, Tyler! You tell anyone what I did, and I'm totally taking you down with me! Coach will believe it too; we all know you hate Remi!"

Tyler was stunned...this was Sammy, the dude he had known for what...eight years? They had been through so much together and at the first sign of trouble, the same Sammy was willing to throw him to the wolves?!

"Fuck you, man..." Tyler whispered as he turned around and left in search of Remi. Fuck knows where he was, he hadn't seen him in quite a while, ever since they had their dinner...and now he knew why.

Sammy had obviously spiked one of Remi's drinks somewhere during the evening, and that's why no one knew where he was. He was obviously drunk as a skunk somewhere! Jesus Christ, if coach finds out, he's gonna be dead. So dead...not even to mention what his holier than thou parents will do to him!

And Remi's poor mother...FUCK WHAT WAS HE THINKING?

"Gotta find him. Gotta find him, now!" he silently said to himself...but it was easier said than done. This was a campsite...there was literally a million places where Remi could fucking be right now.

"Have to start somewhere...I'll get Duncan to help. Maybe he has more sense than those two wimps..." he thought, as he quietly signaled for Duncan, who had just come out of the bathrooms without a care in the world, to quickly follow him.

**

"YOU FUCKERS DID...WHAT NOW?"

Tyler sighed. This literally wasn't the time.

"It wasn't fucking me; it was Sammy...know what, screw me over later, dude! We have to find him! They spiked one of his drinks with brandy and yeah it was fucking my idea and I own that, but dude...we have to FIND REMI!"

Duncan rolled his eyes but did as he was told. Along the various paths they were lucky enough to find that the campsite's spotlights were still up and working, as it was only going to be switched off at about ten in the evening. They still had time, and even if they did find him, who knew in what state Remi would be in.

To make things worse, Duncan angrily told Tyler that the reason Remi only lived with his mother, was because his father died because of a drunk taxi driver slamming into his car...if Tyler didn't already feel physically ILL before, he sure as hell did now.

A sudden splash at the direction of the pool area, where they had been all afternoon had both boys dramatically looked at each other, before storming off where the sound had come from as quickly as they possibly could. Tyler arrived first, being the faster of the two, and immediately recognized Remi...and holy SHIT, he seemed to be unconscious, slowly drifting face up in the water.

"REMI, NO! REMI!"

With a dive that would make Tom Daley jealous, Tyler plunged into the cold, dark water and swam towards Remi with all the energy he had left inside him, all the while pleading...hoping, if there was really anyone Up there who was listening...please let him be okay...just let him be alright...

As he reached Remi, the boy was still out of it, and he called out to Duncan to come and help him. Within seconds, the powerful teenage defender of the team, was at his side, as together, they hurled Remi out of the water as quick as they could. They had him lying on the pool side gravel, as gently as possible, before they suddenly were out of ideas...

"What now?" Tyler whispered, his voice hoarse with fear and his wet body shivering with nervousness.

"The fuck should I know? I'll go and get help; you give him mouth to mouth or something, just do anything and do it quick!"

"Dude, don't fucking leave me here alone with him! Duncan! FUCK!"

Too no avail...this was bigger than both himself and Tyler, and not telling the coach what happened wasn't an option anymore...Remi needed help.

Coach taught them how to use and practice the basics of first aid over the years however, and without even thinking twice, Tyler kneeled at Remi's side, and, as coach had taught them, he safely and securely started pumping the palms of his hands over Remi's lungs.

One...two...three...four...

And he knew what had to come next.

Tyler didn't even hesitate...there wasn't time...

He urgently leaned over Remi...and placed his quivering lips gently over his very own.

With a crying shock of gulped air, Remi's eyes shot open, breathing air directly into Tyler's mouth, as both boys clung to each other, both clearly startled by the other, and it took a little while before they calmed down.

Their lips were released by a soft POP sound, and the confusion in Remi's eyes was simply too much to bear...

"Tyler..." Remi croaked out softly...his eyes immediately softening as he seemed to recognize his teammate and captain.

Tyler's heart burst out with warmth and happiness, relief if anything else, that Remi was clearly going to be okay, and that nothing terrible had happened to the boy he wanted so badly to hate with everything inside of him...

...but suddenly, all that was gone...all the anger, all the worrying if he looked and seemed inferior to this dude before him...it was gone! The idea, the mere THOUGHT of Remi somehow not being here anymore...not being in his life...when suddenly confronted with that possibility...his brain just didn't wanna think of such a thing.

His whole persona of Remi was that he disliked him. Intensely. But now...he honestly thought Remi was going to die, he truly did. And that...that scared him and freaked him out more than anything he had ever faced. Beyond any amount of belief.

All that Tyler Jackson could see in front of him at this point and time...was Remi Carter...his beautiful wet blond hair absolutely mashed tightly against his scalp, his beautiful, full red teenage boy lips, shivering and clapping viciously against each other because of being in the cold water...his power boy chest heaving up and down with what had just happened...

"Hey you..." Tyler whispered back.

Suddenly...there was so much more...MUCH more that he wanted to say, but as he opened his mouth, he saw Duncan as well as Coach running towards them at the fucking sheer speed of lightening.

"Remi...you okay, son?" Coach asked, with urgency inside his manly voice, as he knelt at Remi's side, and placed his hand on his shoulder.

Remi nodded, and his eyes indivertibly swayed towards Tyler's.

"I'm okay, Coach. Honest to God. You know I wouldn't lie. I just had an episode, and I fell into the pool, but Tyler here...well, I guessed he and Duncan got me out of there before...yeah. My mom told you about my sleep apnea, didn't she?"

"What, the what now?" Tyler asked, confused as the night was dark.

Coach sighed and nodded, before he helped Remi up, with the boy already looking much better than before, the colour somewhat returning to his beautiful, handsome, teenage features.

"Duncan...Tyler...I'll explain everything to you fully sometime...but for now, I guess you earned the right to know...Remi suffers from a condition called Sleep Apnea. That means while he sleeps, at night, or in day time, it doesn't really matter, but when he does, he sometimes...well, it can happen that he stops breathing. It can even lead to...sleep walking. And that person has no idea what they're doing."

"Holy shit..." Tyler whispered, and Remi closed his eyes, as if it was a sin that he had committed.

"I can remember being so tired, and I had a splitting headache and just...just laying down next to the pool for a second...next thing I knew, I was wet and gulping for air...I really hoped...I fucking prayed, coach. I was so hoping it wouldn't happen here..." Remi whispered, his body once more shivering with emotion, and Tyler's heart broke...just a tad...as he saw a tear escape Remi's eye and flood his cheek on its way down.

"Boys, not a word of this to anyone, you hear? Not before I had a chance to explain it, properly to everyone. Duncan, we need to phone Remi's mother, you come with me, and help pack up his things. Tyler, can you can him back to the chalet, please?"

"Coach...there is no need. I have some meds with me. Please, Coach, please...I...I don't wanna go back, not yet...I worked hard to be here, Coach, you have no idea..."

Coach sighed, long and hard, before he nodded, and he reached over with his big ole hands and patted both Tyler and Remi proudly on the shoulder, before signaling Duncan to follow him back to camp...

...and then suddenly...it was only them to remaining beside the pool area.

Everything was quiet. Deathly quiet.

"Thanks."

The word came so softy from Remi that Tyler nearly didn't make out what he was saying.

"I...no sweat, man...I would have done it for anybody. I'm just glad you're okay now."

Remi sniffed and crossed his arms as the cold South-Easter wind swept across both boys.

"You probably think even less of me now, don't you? Now that you know...about my illness."

Tyler looked quickly at Remi...his heart still warm and tender towards the boy next to him...and he had to look away before Remi saw what he desperately didn't want him to see, reflected in his eyes.

"I might be a dick, Remi...but I'll never think less of you, just because of that. I'm not that kinda person...at least I hope not."

Another sniff from Remi.

More silence for a few seconds.

"I know you're not."

Remi rubbed his hands together for some extra warmth before he looked Tyler straight in the eye...

"Who of you four spiked my drink tonight? Was it you, Jordan, Sammy or Duncan?"

Tyler's eyes narrowed, before he suddenly realized...

"The fuck...You knew?"

Remi smirked.

"Of course, I knew. Whoever did it, threw so much fucking brandy inside my Coke that I didn't even have to taste it, I fucking smelled it immediately and threw it away. That's why I came here, to the pool. I was tired, and pissed off, that one of my teammates, would actually do that to me. Wouldn't you be?"

Tyler nodded...the guilt was torturing him but for the life of him, he COULDN'T get the words out...he couldn't admit that it was HIS plan to begin with, although it was Sammy to actually spiked the drink.

He wanted to...his voice just wouldn't co-operate.

"Listen...Tyler..."

Tyler looked up at Remi...there was a curl of his blond hair dangling over his forehead and he suddenly that his inexplicable urge to just...touch Remi...Lord knows where or why...

"Yeah, man?"

A hand on his shoulder, and both boys could sure as FUCK feel the electricity flooding through their veins as their skins touched...

Remi swallowed slowly, before he smiled slightly, yet again.

"Can't we...I mean...can't we just start over? Forget all of, all of this crap? You're my teammate, and I'd like to think we can be friends, eventually. But I'll totes understand if things already went too far..."

Tyler shook his head, before he too, in turn, placed his own hand on Remi's still cold and wet shoulder, and he too, smiled at his rival.

"I...I'd really like that..." he whispered, his voice cracking with pent up emotion.

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