gay chicken- DNF, short

"soccer"

        High-school is the most infamous setting for most "first kiss" stories. Laoito high in florida was no different, the school well known for there low academic and high athletic achievements. creaky floorboards and low budget classrooms, just another effect of the one track mind of the current principle.

        underpaid teachers and cocky student don't sink up as one might assume. Unlike the interior, the exterior is landscaped to a tea a welcoming view into the school. a well kept football and baseball field off to the side. But standing as if to say "look at me!" the soccer stadium you could easily mistake for a professional field if you didn't know better. 

         cheerleaders gossip filling the halls with there bubble gum breath and fake smiles. parties where alcohol and drugs are no less than the norm, the yearly few OD's becoming a normal thing and the whole razing themselves thing becoming a reality after their parents send them as a last hope. people coming and going like the wind. even with the hopeless atmosphere there are the people that thrive. 

        More specifically the dashing star athlete of the most infamous soccer field. a devilish look that can bewitch any woman in his gaze, dirty blonde wavy hair that seems to naturally fall into place. a body that is very obviously a athletes. Chiseled jaw and had crafted mussels that seem to line up with every shape of the body. 6'3 at least and a sleek build that can dodge and weave as pleased.   

          A smaller boy, natural born leader you can spot him as the only one with glasses in the school of hundreds. a british accent due to being kicked out if his english home because of apparently failing almost all of his classes accept biology and PE. although even at his previous schools he was known for more than as a flunk out. "the soccer teams savior" they would call him according to rumors he single handedly turned the team from a participation award casual team, to the number one team not with his athletics but with they way he pulls the teams together and there teamwork looks like magic. 

The current dilemma? choosing the soccer team captain

george POV

       "We are going to try gay chicken, the past few weeks the poles have been 50/50 for both dream and george so we need to do something," sapnap says in a decisive manor. Am i going crazy me... and dream!? "bro do you think there gay" groans one of the deciding party "stfu i dont see your rock paper scissors match working and we both know 1V1 soccer isn't a fair match in this case," sapnap scolds. "um i dont see how this is a good choice ether!" i try to say.

      But before my opinion was even noticed  dream decided to chip in. "i am fine with it!" he said calmly before looking at me as if to say "agree with me," and so it began.

         Oh no he isn't going to back out, i just know it. why the fuck would he want to play this game if he wasn't confident he was going to win! i don't want my first kiss to be with him it is supposed to be special not some dumb game. nevertheless with a man, with dream! 

       I see his eyes from across the field and i swear he is smirking. my heart feels like it is going to beat out of my chest, no one told me it would be this scarry. my ears hurt so damn bad the sweater and ripped jeans i chose this mourning are feeling to warm, at least now that i am sweating. 

       He is about a arms reach away from me now. i feel myself turning my head up as i look up toward him as he gets closer. "your prince charming is awaiting you now," sapnap mocked. "1..2..3.. go"that moment was the moment i realized that this was no joke. from here we got closer. i can smell his mint and cigarette breath. it insist the right time but i just noticed how yellow or i guess green his eyes are. i want to back out, 

       no why would  think that i have spent every afternoon every moment i have to spare working for this. i cannot give up, my entire life's work is at stake here. it felt as if i turned in slow motion to look closter into his eyes and distract myself. that smirk that dam childish grin like a kid getting his favorite dessert. like he would devour me if i got any closter. so i turned to the side i lost.. everything. 

       i feel something warm and rough on my face mabie a slap from a friend i did disappoint them, except it didn't hurt it picked my head up, it only took a second to realise whos hand this was. in one movement his other hand brought me onto my tippy toes by the waist and the hand on my face so warm, so so warm. like the sent of spring after a long winter. a magic like feeling swept over me and i  realized it was no magic i was pulled into a kiss with none other then, dream. not only that but i didn't mind it.

     the kiss felt like it lasted forever yet not long enough, the hand that just moments ago was holding me against him at the waist was now holding my hand. i can't hear clearly my head is all fogged up but was all so clear was dream running in front of me. that look, like a kid at a candy shop devilishly. Basically sweeping me through the air and into the bathroom with him and placing me facing him on the sink counters. he scooped my head up with both of his hands for one last kiss. a quivering breath came from me i would never expect following that kiss, "that.... why?" "i am sorry George there is just a pretty boy in front of me" dream said with a lustful gaze, and a saddened grin. "ok hot stuff meet me outside in ten captain's orders," dream cooed.