Reckless (Unlucky 13, #12)

by Becca Steele

PARANOID - Chase Atlantic

Rain - Sleep Token

Feel Something - Jaymes Young

The Beach - The Neighbourhood

Die A Little - YUNGBLUD

If Our Love Is Wrong - Calum Scott

Angel Baby - Troye Sivan

I’d never hated anyone until I met him. But from the age of thirteen, we were enemies. It was an indisputable fact. The sun rose in the east. The moon orbited the earth. Jordan Emery and Theodore Lewin hated each other.

I knew that I shouldn’t be taking so many pills. I knew that I was relying on them too much. I knew that I had a problem. But the truth was I didn’t know how to stop.

“I’m JJ. And you must be the new footballer everyone’s getting so excited about.”

JJ!!!! MY BELOVED

After three days of in-depth conversations with Dr. Ross, I’d come to realise that I had an addiction.

“For once in your life, do what you’re told, and shut the fuck up.” “Okay,” he breathed. I kissed the word from his mouth.

“No. Why would I do that? I’m straight, and I’m not into you. You’re my—my— We’re—” Lowering his head, he rolled his hips, and I gasped as his clothed erection slid against my bare, dripping cock. “So straight,” he murmured, smirking against my mouth. Arrogant asshole.

He took a small, shaky breath. “I think…I think he might not be completely straight, either.” “It’s okay,” I whispered, sliding my hand over his.

I think I like him. I’m fucked.

“And just so you know. I think I like you, too, Jordan.”

“I’m enjoying the thought of shoving my cock inside my brat and making him moan for me.”

“I just wanted to know if that means we can put up a rainbow flag in the dressing room. It needs some colour.” “Isn’t there a bi flag?” Lars spoke up. “I’ll google it.” Ainsley’s fingers flew over his phone screen. “Nah, bro. We can’t have that! Pink, purple, and blue. That’s gonna clash with our team colours.”

“So what do you want to do about it? Do you want us to be together? Because I want that, so fucking badly.” “Yes,” he said. “Yes. I want you to be mine.”

Love. I loved Theo. I loved him so much.

Neither of us noticed the figure at the bus stop on the other side of the road, holding up a phone.

“H—how could they do that? That was ours. I—I told you I loved you.” A tear spilled from his lashes, tracking down his cheek. “They stole the most special moment of my life, and for fucking what? Attention? Why would someone be so cruel? Why?”

Fuck my stupidly sexy boyfriend and his stupidly gorgeous dick.

“Jordan.” Theo’s voice was urgent. “Jordan. Look.” The stadium finally came into focus, and I. Fucking. Lost. It. I sank to my knees, right there in the centre of the pitch, tears blurring my vision. From every corner of our stadium, home and away fans were calling our names. Mine and Theo’s. And there were rainbow flags among the crowds, bright bursts of colour, waving and dancing, a visual representation of support, an acceptance, an acknowledgement that love is fucking love.

“Remember what Dean said? Love will triumph over hate.” I wiped my tears away. “He’s right. Love wins.” Theo nodded. “Love wins.” Our team surrounded us. “Love wins,” Grant said. “Love fucking wins. And you know what? Today, we win. Let’s do this.”

There was a crash. “No! My eyes! Again!” I let my head fall forwards to Theo’s shoulder. “Hi, Reuben.” “Why is it always me?” he cried. “All I was trying to do was find the tequila. Ainsley said it was in here.”