8 minutes after the bell I rang I still was wandering around lost. I had no idea where I was, the map was almost impossible to read. After another 3 minutes of wandering I stumbled upon what looked a gymnasium door. I quickly pushed it opened only to figure out the door makes a loud squeaking sound. The sound prompted everyone to turn their heads towards me, they all seemed to be in some sort of line. I looked forward, catching sight at what I assumed was the coach.
I was not used to nor did I like how everyone was now staring directly at me. I felt myself grow anxious as I immediately lowered my head. I started playing with my fingers, It was a habit I usually did when I got nervous or fidgety. I tried readjusting myself by awkwardly shifting on my feet, I then finally spoke hoping the coach would come and save me from my own demise.
"Is th..this erm- PE class? I am t-the new student. M-m-my name is Louis Tomlinson." I stammered out in a loud whisper, I wanted to mentally slap myself at how stupid I sounded.
When I finally looked up the coach looked quite annoyed and waved me over, before we both entered his office he told his class to not leave his eye sight range and to be quiet or else serious consequences would be given. Though I doubt many students heard the last part, many seemed to be too busy eyeing me. I could hear a few students groan as a few started to chat. Though the coach seemed unfazed and unbothered.
As I got in his office he closed the door and he began going over the rules. It only took a couple of minutes, he gave me a locker and told me there was an extra gym uniform already inside. He then explained how to use the equipment and asked if I had any questions. He then asked me a few questions about myself as a sort of icebreaker between us, like where did I live before and things of that nature.
When he finished, he directed me back out. When we stepped back into the gym no one had seemed to move.
"Ok! Everyone say hello to our new Student, Louis..." Mr. Lawrence spoke. "...he moved here from Rhode Island. If you aren't in your gym outfit, please go change into it."
That's when I finally decided to take a look at all my classmates, since I was curious as if I could recognized anyone from my previous class. I started at the right side of the lineup, as I looked along the faces I saw nothing too special. Just a few girly girls and some pretty average looking guys. I could feel my face change in seconds as it scanned down the students. I only recognized Katy and Shawn, when I was finally nearing the end I was pretty dissatisfied with my new classmates.
That's when my eyes met his emerald ones. There stood a very tall, lean, muscular man. His white shirt hugged sinfully to his rugged build. The thin fabric clenched along his huge biceps. He had on black tight shorts that revealed his leg muscles, showing them as they flexed involuntarily. Even though he was wearing the school uniform, it looked as if he unintentionally sexualized the whole outfit. Though that wasn't even the best part. His face was so flawless it seemed as if he was blessed by Aphrodite herself. Or better yet, all the gods hand-carved him. I mean the way his jawline was perfectly structured, as if it could cut glass. His cherry red lips full and perky. His Greek like nose on full display as his emerald eyes sparkled against his porcelain skin. It all perfectly suited his dark and full eyebrows. Claiming he was a mystical being would not be that far stretched. He even had on an incredibly sexy bandanna, which was pushing back most of his hair, but I still could see his thick curls playing along his ears. The best, BEST, part was how nothing but innocence played on his face. I could practically feel myself getting week in the knees. He was now officially the hottest yet sexiest man I've ever seen. Male and female models could never even compare. Joshua who?
Just then I could feel my breath catch in my throat as I continued to gawk at him pathetically. Just as I thought it couldn't get any worse he cheekily smiled at me. I felt as heat rushed to my face, he had just caught me. Worst of all though, he had a dimple. A fucking dimple. He was literally perfect. I probably looked like some crazy weird ass kid who couldn't keep it in his pants.
