"He's alright," Someone said. "If he can get through the first five minutes without flipping out and hurting someone,"
"Yeah," someone else said, also on the enemy team. "Does he even take his meds? If he does, it doesn't seem to help much. At least he's not busting up cars again,"
"He's really short too," Brett said. Brett, of all people.
Liam dug his nails into the flesh of his palms and hit his head off the wall in the bathroom stall that was adjacent to where Brett and two other members of his team were talking. He knew their team hated him but he had an idea in his head that Brett was still the nice guy that he had dated in secret before he was kicked off the team.
"I'll be out on the field," One of them said. "See you out there, babies,"
"Same," The other said. They both walked out leaving just Brett inside the bathroom.
Liam grinded his teeth and paced silently back and forth wondering if he should say anything. He clenched his fist tighter until the blood started dripping from his hand - blood that Brett could smell.
"Hello?" Brett called out almost immediately. "Are you okay in there?"
"Y-Yeah," Liam said, faking a deeper voice.
"Liam?" Brett said. "Liam, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Liam said. He made sure the door was locked. He couldn't let Brett see him like this - teary eyes, bloody hands, and pouting.
"Liam let me in," Brett pleaded. "Liam, I didn't mean what I said. That was some team stuff. Why are you bleeding? Please, let me in,"
"Just go," Liam mumbled. He was leaning against the stall door so Brett couldn't force it open.
"Fine," Brett said. He walked towards the door but instead of going outside he hoisted himself over the wall and into the stall with Liam.
"What-What are you doing?" Liam said. He stumbled backwards against the wall.
"Let me see your hand," Brett said. He grabbed Liams arm and caressed his fingers gently down to Liam's hand. It brought back memories of times where they would kiss in secret after a game or get drunk and make out in the woods at night. Or the time they lost their virginity to each other at cliff looking over beacon hills.
Liam's hand was already healed but Brett wiped the blood off with his shirt and rubbed his thumb over where the marks were. Liam kept his head down and avoided making eye contact with Brett who was looking genuinely concerned.
"I really didn't mean those things," Brett said softly. "I promise,"
"It wouldn't matter if you did," Liam spat.
"Why wouldn't it? I still-" Brett started. "I miss you, Liam,"
"Then why are you talking shit about me?" Liam said. He looked up at Brett who saw his puffy eyes.
"I just say that to fit in," Brett smirked. "How do you think they would react if there was a gay guy seeing them shower every day?"
Liam let out a laugh and sat onto the toilet seat behind him.
"I miss you too," Liam said.
"Maybe we could…" Brett started. " Maybe we could go to that new avengers movie on saturday?"
"We both have games that day," Liam said.
"So?" Brett smirked. He stared into Liam's deep blue eyes before kissing him on the lips and hurrying out of the stall and onto the field.
Liam smiled and wiped a tear off of his cheek. Maybe Brett still was the boy Liam thought he was.