Escaping Perfect
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Adult +
Chapters:
26
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
6,909
Reviews:
50
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Escaping Perfect
Disclaimer: The characters belong to me. Any actual people included within this story are just used in fictional usage. No harm intended.
Predestination was what it was termed. The idea that your life was already planned out in the cosmos by some uncontrolled force. Warren Brick read the word again and realized he finally had the word to describe his life. Predestined.
In all honesty, he should’ve been living the perfect existence. A high school boy’s dream, some would say. He was captain of the Westlaw Stallions football team, an ‘A’ student by his own merit and a generally nice guy. His first two years of high school, he played basketball. Each of those seasons, the team made it to the state championships. The summer before his junior year, he talked to the coach and arranged for a try-out with the school’s football team during summer practice. That season, the Stallions went to the state championships and lost. His performance hadn’t been overlooked. Warren Brick broke most of the passing records that season.
Before senior year began, Brick felt the claws of anxiety creeping into his mind and heart. The Stallions finished their regular season undefeated, winning the District, the State and were on their way to the Nationals. People practically bowed at his feet, worshipping him like an idol. Guys on the team patted him on the back. His parents’ smiled and gladly spouted words of encouragement. His little brother always wanted him to teach him how to play basketball and football. He’s only seven, but he says he wants to grow up and be just like his big brother.
Every time he says it, Warren gets tears in his eyes. That’s another moment where he feels like a fake.
The poster on the wall gushed in bright sparkly glitter of the romance and fun of the spring formal. His belly just did a flop. Things like dances always made him realize how much of a pretense he was putting up in life. There was only so much he could blame his parents for. He had to pick up the slack somewhere. He stopped at his locker. There was an invite to some stupid party at the end of the week. Friday…can’t go have an interview, he reminded himself.
His meteoric rise to athletic dominance hadn’t gone unnoticed. Six of the ten top football programs in the country were currently trying to recruit him to their programs. Warren should have been happy. But, he as he saw it, there was anything to be happy about in his mind.
He’d always be a fake in his own eyes. Sure, he was naturally talented in both basketball and football, he wasn’t true to himself. He never wanted fame or to be popular. He didn’t want to make a statement or be the first. He just wanted a normal life, one where he could be normal in obscurity, instead of miserable in secret or happy in disguise.
Looking back at that poster, the only thing Warren wanted, more than any championship or his parents’ approval, was to be an All-American boy who had a nice All-American boy at his side.
Every jock had idols. Gods of the hard top or the grid iron or the diamond, they all looked up to them. In interviews, he lied by saying his idols were Michael Jordan, Mickey Mantel, and Dan Marino. Warren kept a secret shrine to Greg Louganis, Billy Jean King and Billy Bean.
Warren lived in reality. Coming out would be the same as trying to walk away from a bus crash with two broken legs. You just couldn’t do it. The guys on the team threw around words like ‘fag’ and ‘queer’ all the time. As Warren walked to class, he realized there was a huge difference between the guys tossing the words around, and then them and the opposing team tossing you around. Though, six of the top ten schools were recruiting him, there was at least five others to add to that list as well. A positive contribution on his part could lead to the school earning millions of dollars in revenue from the football games and possibly championship series.
You don’t walk away from millions of dollars either. So, Warren hitched his backpack higher and headed off to practice. He could stage a silent protest and hope that one day he’d get his chance to be free.
TBC/?
Thanks for reading. Please read and review to let me know if I should continue.
Predestination was what it was termed. The idea that your life was already planned out in the cosmos by some uncontrolled force. Warren Brick read the word again and realized he finally had the word to describe his life. Predestined.
In all honesty, he should’ve been living the perfect existence. A high school boy’s dream, some would say. He was captain of the Westlaw Stallions football team, an ‘A’ student by his own merit and a generally nice guy. His first two years of high school, he played basketball. Each of those seasons, the team made it to the state championships. The summer before his junior year, he talked to the coach and arranged for a try-out with the school’s football team during summer practice. That season, the Stallions went to the state championships and lost. His performance hadn’t been overlooked. Warren Brick broke most of the passing records that season.
Before senior year began, Brick felt the claws of anxiety creeping into his mind and heart. The Stallions finished their regular season undefeated, winning the District, the State and were on their way to the Nationals. People practically bowed at his feet, worshipping him like an idol. Guys on the team patted him on the back. His parents’ smiled and gladly spouted words of encouragement. His little brother always wanted him to teach him how to play basketball and football. He’s only seven, but he says he wants to grow up and be just like his big brother.
Every time he says it, Warren gets tears in his eyes. That’s another moment where he feels like a fake.
The poster on the wall gushed in bright sparkly glitter of the romance and fun of the spring formal. His belly just did a flop. Things like dances always made him realize how much of a pretense he was putting up in life. There was only so much he could blame his parents for. He had to pick up the slack somewhere. He stopped at his locker. There was an invite to some stupid party at the end of the week. Friday…can’t go have an interview, he reminded himself.
His meteoric rise to athletic dominance hadn’t gone unnoticed. Six of the ten top football programs in the country were currently trying to recruit him to their programs. Warren should have been happy. But, he as he saw it, there was anything to be happy about in his mind.
He’d always be a fake in his own eyes. Sure, he was naturally talented in both basketball and football, he wasn’t true to himself. He never wanted fame or to be popular. He didn’t want to make a statement or be the first. He just wanted a normal life, one where he could be normal in obscurity, instead of miserable in secret or happy in disguise.
Looking back at that poster, the only thing Warren wanted, more than any championship or his parents’ approval, was to be an All-American boy who had a nice All-American boy at his side.
Every jock had idols. Gods of the hard top or the grid iron or the diamond, they all looked up to them. In interviews, he lied by saying his idols were Michael Jordan, Mickey Mantel, and Dan Marino. Warren kept a secret shrine to Greg Louganis, Billy Jean King and Billy Bean.
Warren lived in reality. Coming out would be the same as trying to walk away from a bus crash with two broken legs. You just couldn’t do it. The guys on the team threw around words like ‘fag’ and ‘queer’ all the time. As Warren walked to class, he realized there was a huge difference between the guys tossing the words around, and then them and the opposing team tossing you around. Though, six of the top ten schools were recruiting him, there was at least five others to add to that list as well. A positive contribution on his part could lead to the school earning millions of dollars in revenue from the football games and possibly championship series.
You don’t walk away from millions of dollars either. So, Warren hitched his backpack higher and headed off to practice. He could stage a silent protest and hope that one day he’d get his chance to be free.
TBC/?
Thanks for reading. Please read and review to let me know if I should continue.