A Queen Among the Jocks (boy x boy)

Part 40

THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER

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Days have passed since the Halloween party at TJ's, and the image of him on top of that girl kept replaying in my head. I knew he had been with her before he met me, but it still hurt. It was difficult for me to concentrate on my studies, especially since I come from a culture that is not as liberal as the one here. Lucky for me, I have my handsome white redhead boyfriend, Elliot, who provides the perfect distraction.

As a varsity athlete at Polytechnic High School of Long Beach, I had to keep training for the upcoming tournaments. Fortunately, there were none during the Christmas season, but I was already preparing for the under-17 rosters next year. My teammates were registered members of the Balboa Bay organization, and I couldn't help but wonder why they recruited me as their libero aside from my skills.

As I went through my classes, I couldn't help but notice how everyone was talking about the winter ball. I love dressing up and expressing myself through fashion, but I wasn't sure if they would allow me to wear a female outfit. I have no problem wearing a short and unapologetic outfit while playing volleyball since it's a sport and my coach is very supportive. But in a formal setting, I wasn't entirely sure. So, I was contemplating not attending the ball.

Elliot and I continued to progress in our relationship, spending most of our time together. He never failed to take me on a date every after practice, no matter how exhausted we were. TJ, on the other hand, remained cold towards me. He barely talked to me and pointed out my mistakes, unlike before when I was new. I remember how mean and rude they were to me when I joined the team. They belittled me because I was Asian and gay. They kept their distance from me because they thought they would have a hard time understanding me, but I proved them wrong.

I knew back then that I would be bullied by them. After all, they were jocks. If it wasn't for my resilience and determination to be included in the first six of our team's lineup, they would probably have treated me the same. Elliot and Seth were the only ones who were kind to me. Now, we are a strong team, representing our school in different tournaments.

During our break from practice, the boys asked me to teach them how to speak my language. They wanted to know how to say silly things in Filipino, to which I happily obliged. Ivan told Vanjoe, "Hey Vanjoe, Ikaw mabaho." I laughed uncontrollably when Ivan said it perfectly, explaining to Vanjoe that it means he stinks. I then whispered a phrase to Vanjoe, and he retorted, "Oh yeah, Ivan, guess what? Ang bobo mo." Vanjoe was goofing around, and I was laughing along with him. I told everyone that it meant Ivan was really stupid.

"Mahal kita, Apol," Elliot shouted in front of the team. "And that means I love you." As Elliot explained what he had just said, the boys went crazy, shoving him towards me. I have to admit, I sometimes have fun with these jocks.

We got back to training as instructed, and I continued to practice my receiving skills when I stumbled upon the butterfly dig. It's a rare technique that I use, and I decided to teach my teammates how to do it. Once they got the hang of it, they wouldn't stop doing it.

Days went by fast, and the winter ball was just around the corner. Everyone was excited, except me, I guess. I had this strange feeling as I made my way to the gym to change for practice.

I couldn't believe my eyes as I approached the door to the changing room. It was shut tight, when usually it was wide open. Did the practice get canceled or something? I reached for my phone and quickly checked the group chat, but there was no message about it. With a deep breath, I pushed the door open and what I saw was unexpected.

Christmas lights were scattered across the ceiling of our gym room, and they were placed so perfectly that it looked like someone had been very deliberate in their placement. It was like watching a romantic movie, but I couldn't help but feel confused. I was lured towards my locker by a trail of notes, like the ones I used to receive back then. As I opened my locker, I recognized the handwriting and realized it was Elliot's.