All the Rumors Are True
~ by Billy Wright ~



You know the deal, you are in for some explicit sexual scenes between boys, so be warned. If you have something to say and or share I am only an email away:
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The More You Talk (White's Story)

Maybe everyone's eyes were on the field but the best kept secret was that the real party wasn't with the players, but with the fans. Parents, students, and friends all gathered up, cheering, screaming, and shouting; every late night game was a celebration.

The girl on the front row wasn't looking at the game nor at the players, but at all the people standing behind her. She was head of the Decorations Committee at school, and even as a freshman, she had supervised the creation of every flag, banner, and even every cup everyone was holding. Maybe the match was the reason they had to gather up at night after school, but the decoration, the colors, the fireworks, that was what made everyone feel the spirit of the sport. And all that was thanks to her.

"Stop looking and try to enjoy the game too," said the voice next to her. "It all looks fantastic, you did a great job! Now enjoy it, Blanquita."

"I'm okay, grandpa, I'm just here to supervise the decorations," she replied. "Besides, I don't like football." Her grandpa opened his mouth but she spoke faster. "Please we don't have to talk about sports, again."

"But it is quite fun, you see, they are..."

"Grandpa, please," she stopped him.

Her grandpa looked like he wanted to add something else but instead he just smiled, passing a hand over his grey hair. He had tried to talk her into liking sports several times over the years, never realizing -or accepting- she wasn't interested. Yet, the more he said, the angrier she felt.

Yet, when her grandpa nodded, she detected a hint of disappointment in his eyes. His grandpa had always loved sports, from baseball to skating his grandpa was into it, not playing but rather watching. That's why he was thankful every time she invited him to one of the school's matches and she was thankful for having someone around.

"Thank you for being here," she gave his grandpa a smile. "Really, thank you."

Her grandpa smiled back. "Anything for my special little one," he raised the flag she had designed, waving it. "Love you, Blanquita."

As a child, when she first got that nickname, she felt it meant she wasn't part of her family. Blanquita; it meant little white one in Spanish, and it made sense: she was the only white-skinned person in a latino family. Everyone else, from her cousins, her brother, and even her grandpa, looked Mexican. She was different, she didn't like it.

Blanquita,, the memory persisted. The more they said it, the lonelier I felt.

Nevertheless, with time, she understood that support, acceptance, and love were more important to families than skin color. Now, she felt nothing but love every time her grandpa called her Blanquita or Blanca, as it was becoming more common as of late. She loved her grandpa. After all, he, along with grandma, had raised her and her brother on their own.

Blanca smiled, took out her checklist but decided to put it down and actually look at the late night game for a change. Maybe her grandpa was right, maybe enjoying the game wouldn't be so bad. The halftime had just ended, everyone was euphoric and, for once, she joined the chants.

"Enjoying the game?" Her grandpa teased.

"Maybe a bit," Blanca rolled her eyes "You are always the voice of reason."

That's when Blanca remembered she still hadn't signed a permit for an upcoming event so she took out a pen and reached into her backpack but they weren't there. Fudge, she thought. The storage. I left them in the storage unit.

"Grandpa, I forgot something," she leaned towards him, trying to speak above the noise. "I'll come back in a minute."

"Your grandma is going to pick us up when the game finishes," he nodded. "Do not take long!"

Blanca stood up and walked away from the field, towards the gym. She took her palm to her forehead, how could she forget the papers? As head of the committee she had the key to the storage unit but the unit was inside the gym and if the gym was closed...

Fudge, fudge, fudge, Blanca got to the building and, instead of going through the main door -which was likely closed- she checked the side entrance. Please be open, please be open, if those papers weren't signed, scanned, and on the dean's e-mail by tomorrow first hour, Blanca would be in trouble.

"Come on, come on," she whispered, taking hold of the door handle and, to her luck, the door opened just an inch. "Yes!" She looked to the sky. "Thank you."

Blanca peeked inside, it was completely dark. Carefully, she pushed the door but almost immediately it screamed with an awfully loud creeeeeeek. Blanca stopped. She looked to her sides, and behind her back. There was no one. Dumb rusty door, she pushed again. Creeeeeeek.

Slowly, she walked behind the bleaches to where the storage unit was. It was so dark she could barely see a thing but Blanca decided not to turn on any light, else people at the game would notice someone had sneaked into the gym. So, in the dark, Blanca searched the unit.

"There you are," she took hold of the papers and was about to turn around when a loud creeeeek made her stop dead in her tracks. "Oh, fudge, fudge, fudge."

The clear echo of steps and quiet chatter reached her ears. She couldn't understand the voices but, in her mind, she pictured the faces of several teachers scolding her. Blanca stayed as still as possible, like a statue, nor daring to move in the darkness, fearing she would trip over something, revealing her presence.

Several, eternal seconds went that way but just as her equilibrium started to fail her, she heard a distant click followed by a dim, far away light turning on, on the far side of the gym. It wasn't much but it was enough for Blanca to exchange the total darkness from a minute before for the vague outline of the gym, creating a subtle, mysterious atmosphere. There were no traces of whoever had entered the gym after her, yet she could hear heavy breathing and moist sounds.

She looked for the source until she found it: on the fourth row of the bleachers opposite to her, on the other end of the gym, there was the silhouette of two figures in the darkness.

What the...? At first she thought they were talking but she couldn't make out any of the words. It took her a moment to realize what was going on. Oh... oh, fudge! It was a couple, and they weren't talking, they were kissing.

No, not kissing, she corrected. Kissing implied lips tenderly held together, in love, in passion. This wasn't that. There was no love, just lust. They are making out, but not only that, it wasn't just lips, their hands were on each other's body, pressing their chests together, feeling each other up.

Blanca instinctively looked away. That was something private, intimate between two people, not destined for the public eye. Then if it is supposedly that private... Why are they inside the gym with one light on during a school game? Are they stupid or do they want to get caught?

By the sounds of it, they didn't seem to care. And there were a lot of sounds.

Blanca looked at the door, considering her options. The main door was too far away, probably locked, and it would require her to walk through the middle of the gym. Out of the question. The side door, however, was well within her reach, there was just the matter of the creeeeek problem.

I could try to run, she thought. They would notice her presence but she was so far away from the light, they probably wouldn't recognize who she was. Not the perfect plan but well, it's either that or... or stay and watch.

That second option flooded her mind; she was about to throw it away when, looking back at the couple, she noticed something else: the sounds were heavy, the silhouettes large, firm, their hair short, messy. That's when Blanca realized they were two boys making out.

Two boys, Blanca got hypnotized by the thought. She had seen straight people kiss before, hell, she had kissed a couple of boys herself, but she, save for the movies, had never actually seen two boys kissing, not in real life. Yet, in front of her, there was a completely free, uncensored, forbidden show displaying all its magic, just waiting for her to feast her eyes on.

No, she told herself. It's not right. If those boys found out she was spying on them -even though that hadn't been her intention at all- she would be in trouble. I need to go. Blanca didn't appreciate trouble, she wasn't a risk taker, unlike her brother or hell, unlike her grandpa even, back in the day.

Quietly, Blanca started walking towards the door, trying not to step on anything, almost holding her breath as she moved, a gesture that contrasted nicely with the moans, and slurpy sighs of the boys on the other side of the gym. She was a few steps away when she heard a thud, sound.

She looked back. One of the boys had pushed the other against the bleaches, and judging by tiny plastic sounds, it would seem he was unbuttoning the other guy's shirt. Blanca tried to look away but her curiosity got the best of her.

In the dark, there was the silhouette of a boy, his shirt open, his back against the bleachers, with the other guy on top of him, rubbing his body, playing with his chest, feeling the other guy's muscles.

Wait, a new thought came into Blanca's mind. We are at the school's gym, and tonight the team is playing, which means those boys are likely students here, so... so Blanca probably knew them. The simple realization of them being not strangers but people she knew -maybe even friends of hers- made her tingle inside.

Blanca leaned forward, trying to recognize them, to identify any feature but she didn't dare leave the darkness of her spot, so all she could make out was the fact that the boy on his back had what seemed to be a dark green cap on, while the boy on top of him was wearing a brown sweater.

Well, at least it's easy to see who's in charge, she thought when the unfastening of a belt reached her ears. Brown was clearly eager to get inside of Green. Oh, my God. She hadn't thought about it before but why would two boys seek out a private, dark corner in the middle of the night? Just to make out? Perhaps, but most likely... they are going to do it.They are going to...

Blanca was straight -or at least that's what she considered herself to be- but then, why did the idea of two boys from her school doing it excited her like that? Was that what boys felt when they saw two girls kissing? Maybe she could stay and find out how far they were willing to...

A loud creeeeek! echoed through the gym.

Blanca moved back as fast as she could. Brown and Green both stopped in their place, not bothering to cover themselves; the side door had opened once more.

"Sorry, it took me longer than I thought," A third boy had just entered the gym. "My mother almost didn't let me come to the game."

Blanca moved against the wall, covering her nose and mouth with her free hand. The new boy was just meters away from her, and both Brown and Green were looking his way.

"You already started? Without me? You horny, impatient, pieces of..." The new boy kept talking. "And kinky too, at school of all places!"

"We are not breaking any rules, I checked," Green added.

"You and your rules," the new boy scoffed. "I'm surprised you are into three-ways."

Blanca's eyes opened as wide as they could, she didn't know what had surprised her the most: that those three boys were about to have a threeway in front of her or the fact that she had recognized the new boy who had just come in.

He is one of the popular boys, his charming smile, confident attitude, and golden hair had made him a treasure among all girls at school. Even Blanca blushed when she saw him and trembled a little.

She didn't remember his name but earlier that year, when she started High School, not a week had passed before she noticed him, laying down on the grass outside school. His perfect skin and blond hair under the golden rays of the noon sun.

Nothing would ever come out of it, she knew it. After all, he was a senior and she a freshman, but wasn't that how all movies went? Mr. Popular falling for the dedicated girl? Of course, Blanca never dared talk to him but that didn't stop her from stealing a glance every once in a while.

"You may be the most hard-working girl here but no matter how many days you pour into him, you don't have a shot," one of her friends had told her.

"Excuse me?" Blanca turned towards her, giving her a killing look. "What do you...?"

"No," her friend stopped her. "It's not because of you. And no, it isn't because he is a senior either. It's because he is not into girls!"

"What? He is... oh," Blanca understood immediately. The more her friends told her, the stupider she felt. How hadn't she noticed it before?

What a shame that the cutest, most popular -some might even say golden- boy in school turns out to be gay. Yet, that helped her get over him quickly. People said he used to be shy but something happened during his first year and now he is Mr. Popular. And now here he is, about to have a threeway, and I get to watch. Blanca looked at the other two boys, Brown and Green. Maybe they are hot seniors too.

"Don't look at me, coming here wasn't my idea," the boy in the green cap squealed. If he was a classmate of hers, she didn't recognize his voice although he sounded as young as her, not a senior.

Both Green and Gold turned towards the boy in the brown sweater.

"You...?" Gold asked as Brown raised his shoulders, innocently. That made the golden boy laugh. "Well, well, well. I'm not about to complain, it's the first time I come to a game, but man those things are boring."

Blanca looked behind her, Gold hadn't even bothered to lock the door. That, plus the light on, their loud voices, making out in the middle of the gym... they were almost begging for a teacher to catch them. She was convinced that despite their boldness, they clearly weren't the smartest students at school.

"I'm horny as fuck!" Gold shouted then. The more that he spoke, the stupider she realized he was.

However, he wasn't lying because, three seconds later, Gold had walked all the way over to where the two other boys were and, without adding another word, he kissed Brown on the lips. It was hard for Blanca to make out what they were doing but, the outline of the silhouettes plus the wet, lustful sound of their tongues made it all clear. Plus, even if she wasn't right, what was wrong with letting her imagination run a little wild?

Gold and Brown started to make out but Green didn't stay behind for long, taking a hold of Gold's jacket, pulling it off from him.

Blanca then let her imagination run wild.

She pictured the build up that let to this moment, from the first lingering glance one gave another -two seniors, bored in a classroom full of long time friends, locking eyes across the room- feeling a spark, followed by a smile. Gold could melt anyone with a smile so of course Brown smiled back.

Oh, she had experienced that sensation many times before: The moment when her eyes met his, creating, even for a second, a connection between the two, one that made her shiver with excitement, tingle with desire, all because of the possibilities in front of her. Who wouldn't remember that one boy in their classroom, standing above the others, killing with his smile, making you melt with a single look?

She could picture them shaking hands, cracking a few jokes in the hallway, Brown secretly checking out Gold when he wasn't looking... Then, Gold, always bold, would invite him to "go to a more private place."

But instead of a no or a yes, Brown would reply, in an imaginary dreamy voice, with a "I know someone who might make this more... interesting."

"The more the merrier," Gold would reply.

Then the game started and even though Brown had come with his friends, as well as Green and Gold, at one point they all exchanged looks, nodding. Brown standing up and walking to the gym with Green right behind. And, as soon as they enter, they can't help themselves, they can't wait a second longer so even though Gold isn't there yet, they start making out.

Blanca opened her eyes, waking from the fantasy.

It made her tremble from the inside out. Oh, what would she give to get between those three young boys, all of them horny, moaning, and without a care in the world. She didn't realize it but she was no longer trying to escape.

When Brown and Gold finally parted, their eyes lingered on each other for a moment before both of them turned towards Green and, just like a pair of lions in the wild, they jumped together towards their prey. One of them undressed him, pulling his unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders while the other pulled his jeans. And before long, Green was standing in nothing but a pair of briefs.

The other two didn't stop there, taking off the boy's shoes and socks as well, leaving him almost completely naked, while the other two were still fully dressed. Oh how vulnerable Green must've felt. Brown went for the boy's chest, kissing, sucking, and licking everything he found, while Gold, interestingly, moved towards Green's legs, passing his tongue on the inside of his thighs, every time moving slightly closer to the boy's groin.

Brown seemed to be the more lustful of the three, moving faster, harder, as if waiting a second longer would kill him. Gold appeared to be the most experienced, acting with deliberate moves, not wasting a motion, every bite and every touch a work of art. And Green? Oh, Green was the loud one. Two boys on top of him were clearly too much for the poor soul, who, even though he tried his best, couldn't help but open his mouth, letting out the loudest, deepest, moans, sighing heavily, shouting even. His groans alone were enough to make Blanca wet. Oh, how she wished she was there instead. Green was enjoying it, oh, he clearly was enjoying it. If heaven was somewhere, it was where Green was: with two boys taking care of him.

Blanca had to take hold of the bleachers in front of her, grabbing it with force with her hands. She almost let the papers fall.

That's when things took the next step.

Brown moved behind Gold -who had his head still deeply in between Green's legs- took hold of Gold's t-shirt and pulled it off from him. Blanca almost felt her jaw drop to the ground. They are going all the way, they are going all the way! She never thought a darkened, barely visible silhouette could make her shiver like that.

Brown slid his hands over Gold's back, not letting an inch untouched, drowning in his skin. I would too if I were him, Blanca could imagine her fingers sliding over the golden boy or, even better, feeling the boy's fingers cut her like a hot knife does butter, caressing her soul, reaching every hidden trigger inside her, every forbidden touch.

Even from a distance, she could hear every move the three boys made. The wet smacking of their lips, the soft rub of skin on skin, the deepening of their heavy breaths.

Now, however, it was Gold's turn in the spotlight. The three boys stood up, Green and Brown on both sides of the golden senior. Shirtless, Brown started kissing him as Green took hold of his waist, unbuttoning his jeans, pulling them to the floor. Even in the darkness, she could make out the contour of Gold's legs, the muscles of his arms, his torso, the tightness of his boxers against his skin. Yet, this time, Green didn't stop at the underwear, taking a hold of Gold's boxers before yanking them to the floor. Blanca almost gasped out loud.

She saw it. She saw it. Even in the dim light, even if it was just a shadow, she saw the outline of Gold's dick, long and fully erect, as straight as a rocket, sticking right out of his body. It was all and more than she ever imagined.

Even Green and Brown took a second, a brief instant to appreciate the third boy's body. Of course they do, Blanca smiled. But then, the two boys jumped into action.

Green attacked Gold's body, hugging him from behind, kissing his neck, biting his shoulders, hin fingers dancing around the boy's groin. On the front, Brown joined his lips with Gold, feeling up the boy's rear end, taking hold of both of his globes, squeezing them, pulling them towards him. And just as Blanca thought they couldn't go farther... Brown and Green started to descend.

Brown went to Gold's nipples, licking his chest, holding him by the hips. Green slid his tongue all through Gold's spine, making him shiver. They both slided down, down, and down until they arrived at the awaited treasure. Gold, the generous lover he was, lifted one of his legs, putting it on the bleacher's step above, giving them full access to his body.

And, for a second, Brown and Green exchanged a look before both diving their faces into Gold's body. Instantly, Gold let out a loud grunt, of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The loud slurping revealed the use of tongue.

From behind, Green was devouring Gold's ass, feasting on to his crack, licking every hidden inch, right in the middle, and sticking his tongue right into the boy's hole. On the front, Brown took every inch of Gold's dick into his mouth, reaching from the head all the way to the base, sucking hard, from top to bottom, leaving his shaft wet, pouring saliva.

And Gold, ever generous, put his right hand on top of Brown's head, pushing him into his cock, fucking his face. While his left hand took Green's head and pushed him deeper into his butt. Being eaten, on the front and the back, both at once, it truly was paradise. Blanca imagined it was her who was in between both boys, both sticking their tongues into her body, rear and front, making sure she stayed in heaven.

That's when the boys started to undress Brown, the only one who still had clothes on. They pampered him, kissed him, spoiled him. They took hold of his sweater and threw it far away to the middle of the gym, pushing his jeans down.

The boys didn't wait a second longer. They pushed Brown's back down against the bleachers and, as Gold raised Brown's legs over his shoulders, Green positioned himself on the front, letting his cock fall over Brown's mouth.

Blanca moaned in silence, she had almost forgotten where she was. I can't believe this, she looked to the ground, then at the rest of the bleachers: there was a lot of space to her right. That's when the thought hit her. I can get closer.

Tiptoeing, she started moving closer when she stepped over a piece of paper, making the faintest of sounds. She closed her eyes and waited for the worst but nothing happened. In front, the three boys were deep -literally- into one another, too focused to even fathom the possibility of someone watching them.

Blanca kept moving, and with every step she started to get an even clearer vision, the silhouettes turning into shadows, then into faint photos.

"You like it?" Gold asked, grunting, panting. "Eh? You like my cock in your ass?"

"Hummm!" Brown let out, unable to talk while sucking Green's boyhood.

"I can't hear you!" Gold demanded. "Do you like when I'm inside you, do you like it when I fuck you?"

There was a big slurp as Brown let Green's dick out of his mouth, and, for the first time in the night, Brown spoke: "I like your cock in my ass! Don't take it out, give it to me! Harder, please, harder!"

Blanca's blood vanished from her face, her heart stopped for a second just as if an elephant had stepped on her chest. That voice... she was speechless, she shook her head, it was impossible. He said he was with his friends, that he had to see the last game of the season, he said...

Slowly, horrified, Blanca turned towards the boys, their outlines clearer, their faces at least visible. And sure, there it was, plain and simple. Gold was the popular senior she had a crush on, just as she had guessed; Green was a complete stranger, younger than Gold, but she had never seen him before even though she knew -even if only vaguely- everyone at school. But Brown... Brown wasn't a senior, he wasn't even just some boy. He was a latin boy, a sophomore, one year older than her. It was her brother.

That threeway, those three stupid boys beggin to get caught, having sex in the worst possible hideout at school, were her brother and his friends. Not only that but now that she was closer, she could witness the whole show with explicit detail.

She thought she would look away but, knowing it was her brother there, it only made her stare even more. Brother, her brother. The thought still seemed ridiculous. When she thought about him she pictured the boy who had taught her how to ride a bike, the idiot who always teased her when he got bored, her partner in crime stealing cookies from the jar, the one who had, all her life, always been by her side.

Now, not only was her brother half naked but he had a cock in his mouth, and another one right up his ass. Her brother was being fucked by the school's golden boy. Gold was riding her brother, making him beg to be fucked.

She didn't remember the last time she had seen him naked. Two years ago when he got out of the shower and forgot to close the door of his room as she passed by? Or that summer when they slept on a tent and the horny idiot wanked in the woods, not even hiding himself very well? She had seen him mad, and crying, and beggin, she had witnessed his highest highs and lowest lows. But now... she got to see his brother being fucked.

Surprisingly, it was hot enough. Her brother definitively knew how to take a dick, he also knew how to suck one. The grace with which his hips moved, the rhythm of his pelvis, the motions of his jaw, her brother clearly knew how to get fucked.

And, when she least expected it, she found herself with one hand inside her jeans. Was watching his brother take a dick turning her on? Blanca stuck a finger into her... No, she stopped herself. I can't do this. She controlled herself, forcing her mind back into reality. I'm his sister, he is...

And sure enough, reality hit, and it hit hard. She was watching his brother having sex with two random boys, that was the reality. His brother. Sex. Two random guys. A fire started burning in her eyes.

"What the fudge do you think you are doing?!" Blanca walked out from behind the bleaches. The three boys stopped right away, looking at her. They were scared, surprised, even a little mad. She didn't care. "Eh? What kind of expired, putrid garbage do you have in your head?"

Gold was the first one to react. "Woah, who are...?"

"Will all due respect, goldie locks, I wasn't talking to you," Blanca pointed towards Brown. "I was talking to my brother, yeah, the one with your dick still in his ass."

The three of them got apart instantly. They all covered themselves, Green started to get dressed, Brown put on only his shirt and boxers before standing up, while Gold seemed to be comfortable in nothing but his underwear.

"She's your sister?" Gold asked Brown, half surprised, half amused.

Blanca ignored him completely. On any other occasion she would've wet herself just for seeing Gold almost naked, this close. However, right now she felt nothing. He doesn't matter, she told herself, her eyes fixed on her brother. I've bigger fish to fry.

"I know this isn't my place to say but... really? Having sex at school, is that fun to you?"

"Blanca..." He tried to say.

"Out of all the people in the world I never thought... yeah, I know we are all human, we do dumb stuff, especially at this age but I never thought you were this kind of man, cheating on..." she couldn't finish the phrase. "Is it good?"

The three boys exchanged looks.

"I mean, I am not judging you. Well, maybe a little but I am genuinely curious... is it any good? A threeway I mean. Is it worth it? Like, is it that good, brother? Is it worth cheating on your boyfriend?"

"Just to be clear: it's not our fault," Gold raised his hands with a grin. "It was your brother's idea."

"I'm not trying to punish you or making you feel bad or anything," Blanca explained. "But don't fool yourself with excuses, please. Even if it was my brother's idea -and God knows he likes to make a big deal out of everything- there's no way you didn't know he had a boyfriend. Come on, everyone at school knows. I'm not judging just... let's not lie to ourselves, okay?"

"Blanca, Jesus," Brown finally managed to speak up. "Calm down."

"Calm down?" She repeated, astonished. "Come on, look at me. I'm calm, I'm just trying to understand what I'm seeing, that's it. Whatever you do with your life, or they with theirs, is your choice. Just... one more question..."

She looked around the empty gym until she spotted the brown sweater her brother was wearing a few minutes ago. Of course, now that she had it in her hands she verified what she had suspected: the sweater was the wrong color; what had appeared brown in the dark turned out to be orange in the light.

"Didn't he give you this sweater?" Blanca raised it, showing it to her brother as if it was a piece of toxic material even though the fabric had the classic smell of fresh-cut-oranges her brother always had. "Isn't it a little bit shameless to cheat on your boyfriend while wearing a gift he gave you?"

Orange, Blanca's brother, didn't react. His face started to get red, his breathing was crooked, heavy. He was getting mad.

"I mean... not judging, okay? Just... I thought you had more class than that. Cheat on him in a motel or at your friend's house or somewhere but, during the last game of the year?"

"Blanca..."

"During the last game of the year? Lilac's the star player, he's probably out there giving his all at that game and you chose this moment and this place? Wow, I mean, makes sense, you always knew how to make a big gestures."

"Don't talk of what you don't understand," Orange snarled at her.

"Yeah, you are right, sorry, it isn't my place. It's just... Why are you cheating on Lilac? I mean, if you wanted to have sex with someone else, why didn't you just break up with him?"

"I have my reasons and they don't concern..."

"Cheating is a big deal," Blanca didn't move her eyes from him. "Didn't you once tell me Lilac's parents got divorced because of this exact same thing?"

Her brother took a step towards her, almost losing it.

"Yeah, his parents got divorced because one of them had an affair," Blanca let out. Gold started coughing uncomfortably, looking at the floor. Blanca raised an eyebrow, wondering what was on his mind. Yet, she let it go and turned back to her brother. "So why did you cheat on him?" She repeated. "I mean, after what Lilac went through with his parents, it's a little harsh making him live through the same thing again, isn't it?"

"I..." Orange was lost for words. "Blanca, shut the fuck up, you don't know shit about my relationship, okay? I didn't..."

"I know, I know! It's none of my business. But I thought you two were in love. I mean, he's fun, sweet..."

"Blanca, stop, I..."

"He took us all out for dinner so our families could meet! He paid for everything that night."

"I know, but..."

"He helped you pass that trig exam. He took you on a trip to the beach on your birthday... Fudge, he even makes grandpa laugh. Lilac is such a great guy, he's a great boyfriend."

"But I didn't want a boyfriend!" Orange exploded. "I didn't... I didn't..."

"You didn't?" Blanca was confused. "But didn't you invite him to homecoming in front of the whole school?"

"Exactly!" Orange raised his hand. "That's what I wanted, that's it. I just wanted a fucking date for homecoming, not a life-long comitment!"

"Well that's fine! That's totally valid, just... Why didn't you just break up with him then?" Blanca started to walk towards him, closing the space between them. "If you don't want him, then break up, right? That's a good idea, break up, no need to go screw around with someone else. But... if you absolutely have to screw with someone else... Why are you doing it here? I mean, the school gym during the last game of the year?"

"Blanca..." Orange warned her.

"I mean, if I found out by accident... that means you weren't being careful enough in hiding this. That door isn't locked, you have the lights of the building on, everyone can see them from the field. And don't forget, Lilac is on the team, and the game is about to finish! Where do you think the players go after the game? That's right, to the showers," she pointed to the big metallic doors next to them. "If you aren trying to hide this from your boyfriend you are doing a terrible..."

Then, it hit her.

All this time, Blanca had thought the three boys were stupid for being rather obvious with their hidding place to have sex. Yet, it had never occurred to her... the thought had never crossed her mind that...

"Oh," she let out.

Next to her, Gold burst into laughter, one hand on his stomach, another on his face, as if someone had told him the best joke ever. Oh, Blanca thought. So he gets it.

"Man, really?" Gold walked towards Orange, leaning a hand on his shoulder. His words were barely understandable because of how hard he was laughing. "You fucking little devil, no fucking way!"

Green, who had stayed quiet until now, took a step forward. First looking at Orange, then at Blanca, and finally at Gold. "What? What's going on?"

Blanca didn't move and neither did Orange. Gold, however, slowly turned towards Green, laughing uncontrollably.

"What?" Green repeated. "What's so funny?"

"This is fucked up," Gold let out to no one in particular before looking at Green. "The girl thought his brother was being stupid for being too bad at hiding his affair, fuck, even I thought the gym was a strange place," he then pointed at Orange. "But you told us to come here because you wanted your boyfriend to catch us, didn't you?"

Green turned towards Orange, the expression on the youngest of the three was one of pure shock and fear. Blanca, however, didn't take her eyes off her brother. He wasn't being stupid, she had realized. He wanted to get caught.

Orange lowered his head, he wasn't denying anything. "Blanca..."

"Getting caught by the entire football team... that's what I call ending a relationship with a bang. You never knew the meaning of discreet, did you? Everything has to be some grand circus with you," she let out, as firmly she could.

"You don't understand, Blanca," Orange beegged. "Lilac is a great guy and everything, he really is, and yeah, I know that he is the best boyfriend in the world but... I'm afraid, okay? What if I'm not good enough for him? I was... I was just thinking, maybe I shouldn't have a boyfriend so young, maybe I want to be with other guys, do stupid shit."

"You definitively are doing stupid shit," Gold let out.

Orange ignored him. "I like him, Blanca. I really like Lilac, I do. But I also want to do other stuff with other guys. I'm young, what did you expect? What did anyone expect? He asked me on a date while we were in the middle of doing it! How was I supposed to say no to that? And yeah, that's no excuse, I should've talked to Lilac first but he wouldn't have understood, he..."

"Oh, God, stop!" Blanca finally shouted. "Just stop, okay?"

Orange was crying now, half angry, half confused.

"Look, you are my brother. This is your life, you can do whatever you want, I won't judge, this is none of my business or concern. But, as your sister, let me give you a piece of advice: Shut up, dude. The more you talk, the stupider you sound."

And she turned around and walked away. Orange was breathing so heavily, his lungs could be heard in the entire gym. Yet he did listen to her, he shut his mouth up. But right then... she didn't care.

The school papers she had come to find didn't matter to her at all anymore. She was furious, she wanted to scream so more, to punch her stupid brother in his face, to run and let all her anger be sweat out. However, they settled for turning her back on him and walking to the door.

To her surprise, as she was about to leave the gym, the boy in the green cap ran after her, holding the door open with his arm. Blanca gave him a glance. He looks like a scared puppy, she noticed.

"Sorry," the boy let out, trembling. "I didn't know he had a boyfriend."

She closed her eyes and stepped outside but just as she was about to walk away, the sudden sound of chatter made her realize the match had ended and now, the entire football team was standing in front of her, outside the gym.

Blanca stood there, petrified. The game had ended, the chants had stopped, and she hadn't noticed. Behind her, Gold and Orange were still half naked, sitting on the floor. A meter in front of her, the entire high school's team.

Then, she heard a voice: "Blanca...?" he sounded concerned, taciturn. That's when she realized she was crying too. "Who was that guy and why is he half dressed?"

She raised her eyes and found none other than her brother's boyfriend standing in front of her, worried about her. Poor little Liliac, she thought. In ten seconds, he is going to realize his boyfriend is cheating on him.

She thought about letting everything out, of saying something but that was truly none of her business, especially since there was nothing she could do to soften the blow. After all, Orange was still inside with Gold and if he wanted Lilac to find out... so be it. He always enjoyed making public displays. Well, he did it again.

Blanca closed her eyes, took in a deep breath and walked towards the boy in front of her and gave him a hug. "You deserve better, Lilac, sorry."

Lilac gave her a weird look before entering the gym.
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