Race Me, Cupid [COMPLETE]

11

'Good luck Angel,

I'll come find you the day of the race at 8pm. Wait for me at the football field under the bleachers by the main entrance. Even if you've already chosen, I hope you'll hear me out.

Do your best. I'll be rooting for you'

~

          "Stupid cupid wings" Angel reached over his shoulder to scratch his back, the costume material was itchy and prickly.

          He was nervous. Typical. But he was going to actually put in the effort today. Since he'd been holding back this far into the outdoor season, he wasn't precisely sure who would be his biggest competition, but he knew most of his teammates times to estimate. There were at least three others that were as good as he was at long distance. Jeremiah, a guy named Scott, and a senior named Osvaldo.

          "You look adorable in those wings"

          "Doesn't he? I told you, Angel, they were cute"

          He turned around to the source of compliments, "Hm?" It was Carson and Venus walking past him towards their places. They were dressed more loosely than they normally would, but they had buttons pinned on their shirts with their student government titles.

          "I'll be cheering you on from the stage. Good luck. I'll see you later for dinner?" She asked.

          "Good luck, Angel. You'll do amazing!" The other called out.

         "Thanks. After a shower though, maybe"

          He had already stretched and warmed up. He was queasy and hot, but ready.

          And really itchy. Even through the fabric of his track shirt the material was tickling him.

          His wings were pulled back and a hand with sharp enough nails scratched the exact area he was having a hard time reaching. His head eased downwards and Angel hummed satisfied.

          A voice chuckled at his reaction, "These wings suck, don't they?"

          He grimaced at seeing Jeremiah behind him, though he knew it was him. Angel didn't mean to outwardly respond like that, but he could tell Jeremiah had picked up on his change in expression. Angel was still mad at him, standing there, looking really good in his compression short sleeve shirt, having kissed him and acting like the same guy he's been since they were fourteen.

          "Will you try this time?"

          Angel wanted to say no just out of spite, but it'd be better to just say yes and then beat him. "Yeah. Maybe"

          "Good"

'Attention participants. Race will begin in three minutes.'

          "You don't have to say anything to me, let the race speak for itself. Show them what I see"

          Hesitant, Angel wanted to reply to him. But he kept the muscles in his face still and gave him the silence Jeremiah created at the forest preserve. Jeremiah deserved that.

          "Knowing you will be, makes me really miss our high school days. We were a good duo, huh?" He went on.

          Jeremiah sighed after not getting any word or phrase in return. "The wings suit you"

          Angel's eyebrows knitted together, confused to why he'd switched up the conversation. But he said nothing.

          "Cupid. Cupid has wings. And your name's Angel" He further explained.