CHAPTER 2 - DROOLING OVER HIM
I can't remember the last time I was this excited about anything. The four of us: Philip, I, Jimmy, and Matt walked to the lunch line and bought food for ourselves. We met up with the rest of our group of friends and then, we walked outside to the courtyard. We made small talk with each other until we got to the back stairs. We ate there because it was next to the parking lot and for those of us that drove, we would be able to leave. There were also a lot less people swarming through.
"What grade are you in?" Philip asked between bites of his burrito.
"I'm a senior, what about you?" I inquired.
"Oh, a junior," he swallowed and took another monstrous chomp out of his burrito.
"That's cool," I announced, matter-of-factly and looked at everyone eating. "So, how old are you?" I asked, and finally a question I actually didn't know the answer to.
"I'm 16, you're 17, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, I turned 17 a month and a half ago." I said.
We continued talking about school, hobbies (he skateboards and swims), family (he's got an older sister), and just about everything. I learned his birthday was November 18 and was in a week and a half, he had a scar on his right leg from falling off his skateboard trying to grind on a rail, and that his family used to live in Hawaii, until he moved here a few years ago. We were in mid-conversation when the bell rang signaling it was time to head to class. I didn't want to go, I was so happy just talking with this guy. I sat there for a while, realized next period was with him, and got up and decided, "we should get to class."
He asked, "what do you have next?"
I laughed, "I have P.E. with you, dork." I surprised myself, "dork" is something I would call someone once I was friendly and really comfortable around them. He made a face at me, which I couldn't tell if he was sad that I called him that or he thought I was a weirdo.
We said goodbye to the others and headed off together to the locker room to change into our P.E. clothes. It was too bad, his locker was all the way on the other side of the locker room, so I didn't get to sneek any peeks. We did spend most of our period talking in the weight room together though.
Inside the room was a ton of gym equipment. He started messing around with the equipment. He started benchpressing when I noticed that his biceps were huge! Not nasty, "I'm a bodybuilding freak" huge or anything like that. They were just toned and he looked strong which turned me on. I immediately started to drool, literally. I think I was watching him flex a little too closely and I stopped paying attention because a drop of drool slipped out of the corner of my lip and landed on his shoulder as I was spotting him.
"Ewwww..." he gasped. Then, he looked up at me and cracked a smile and started laughing, "you think I look good don't you," he smirked in a sarcastic tone. He started cracking up and every few minutes, he would look up and say in a serious tone, "stop checking me out," and would start laughing all over again.
As if drooling was not bad enough, I started blushing while he was making fun of me. My face was bright red and all I could do was say, "shut up, buttmunch." I obviously did not lie very well since he kinda saw right through it.
He finished his fiftieth benchpress and got up. He looked at me as I blushed and tried to wipe the corners of my mouth with my P.E. shirt. Then, he punched me on the shoulder and said, "You know I was just kidding, right?"
I stuck my tongue out, "no shit, Sherlock," trying to save what dignity was left.
Then, the bell rang and it was time to leave.
"Time to go, I guess, I'll see you tomorrow, right?" I said.
"How 'bout we hang out after school? I got swim practice, but we can do somethin' after...unless you got homework."
I faked having to think about it, making it seem like I was really trying to decide. Then, I just blurted out, "yeah, sure, I don't think I have hella work to do. Hey, I can wait for you at swim practice, I don't want to go all the way home and come back."
"Fine lazy ass." He said as I gave him annoyed stare. He started smiling and said, "sure, that's sounds cool. I'll meet you at the pool after school."
"Arrrghhh, he's so arrogant, but he's so cute when he is," I thought. Just thinking about being alone with him got me all worked up and excited. We walked back into the locker room without a word or look, but I was grinning like a moron all the way.
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