Skirts And Snapbacks

Chapter 1 - Pretty Pink Blouse

Hey, I'm Harry. Im 17, stand at about 6'2 and weigh about 148.59 lbs. My hair is brown and my eyes are hazel. I'm the football captain for the schools varsity team and am well known by everyone, and just to sweeten the pie, I'm also quite wealthy. This is the story of how my "amazing" life as some would call it, got greater. The story of how I met Alex and my journey through junior and senior year with him. My struggles with popularity and friendships as I became closer with him. The family issues I faced as they discovered my sexuality. And the realisation that my best friend was actually the complete opposite of me and someone I never even pictured myself with.

The crowd cheered as the final bell went, signalling the end of the match. We won 42-39.

"Good work Harry!" "Nice score!" And various other comments were thrown at me in congratulation. First game of the season and we've already beat L.A high.

"Harry!" Coach Willis called, " you have an interview with the school newspaper about the game at four!" About two and a half hours from now.

"Thanks! I'll be there!" I yelled over the screaming fans and teammates. I headed off to the locker room.

I got undressed from my uniform and put on my casual clothes and green vans. I slipped on my SnapBack loosely and exited the sweaty lockers hastily, eager to catch up to mark and the few other players that are in my class. As I stepped into the dull hallway I heard Mark yelling. Perhaps he was just excited for the win we just got and reliving the entire game. As I walked further down the hall though, I heard screams behind Mark's overly-loud voice. I jogged over to where I thought the noise was coming from. As I turned left at the intersecting pathways, I saw at least half my team crowded around a small figure, probably the screamer I heard not a minute ago.

"Hey?! The hell do you think you're doing?! Fuck off!" At my voice they all turned and shied away from the person curled up on the ground.

"We were just teaching him a lesson Haz. He's a fag!" Luke laughed cockily.

"I don't fucking care! He can be whoever the fuck he wants without having assholes like you kick his fucking guts in!" I shoved him backwards and he instantly shut up. "Anything to say to him?!"

"Sorry Alex..." The group chorused.

"Get lost! Off to class now or you'll all sit out next game!" They scattered off to the various parts of the school they needed to be. I crouched down beside the battered-up body, shaking him slightly to see if he was conscious.

"Hey, you okay kid?" I asked, lifting the small body so it sat upright against the wall.

"If I say yes will the pain go away?" His eyes opened weakly.

"No, but it means I get out of english. And you get out of whatever you have now." I stood up and stretched my back to relieve the muscle stress.

"Why'd you do that for me? I'm nothing compared to you? Why didn't you just let them kill me?" I pulled the blonde up from the now bloody white tiles and handed him my shirt as I pulled it over my head.

"Why wouldn't I?"I bent over and picked up the bloodied fuchsia flower crown to place on his head.

"You're harry woods? You're the captain of the varsity team? Just go away!" He stormed off with my shirt, turning the corner to where I couldn't see him any longer. I walked off the same direction, hoping to catch up, but that wasn't necessary because he was sitting against the wall crying just a couple of meters away. His mouth was resting on his knees, with my shirt being held to his ear.

"Alex. You're alright buddy. Hey, calm down please." I knelt beside him and rubbed his back.

"Stop caring!" He pushed me backwards, but I only ended up sitting down, still gliding my hand up and down his spine and shoulders.