Kay POV:
Another day in fking hell, at least I have my friends. I thought to myself, walking up the stairs towards my class. I notice a certain someone standing near the stairs, Alan, my best friend, but there's something that even he doesn't know.
"Hey there cutie" I hear him say "Back at ya sexy" He chuckles. We say that to each other every time but of course we dont mean it.... at least he doesn't mean it.... at least I think he doesn't mean it.
We walk up the stairs, like we always do. We of course are greeted by the rest of our friends. We walk towards our seats, we sit near the back. Most of the teachers constantly get annoyed with us, since were the typical loud boys.
But I can't help it, classes are literally so boring. The worst part is that all my friends want to talk about girls and porn. I of course add to the conversations but lately, I haven't been interested in girls. Since I'm still a "teen" it's normal for me to show interest in those things.
All of my friends have girlfriends even Alan but they dont interest me. It makes me oddly... sad? not the fact that I'm not interested in girls, but the fact that Alan has one.
She's such a bitch, she clearly doesn't deserve him. All she wants is sex. He's so much more than just a cock. He's caring and nice and so much fun to be with. I mean he isn't complaining, but he should.
But shouldn't I be happy? I'm his best friend after all and he loves her. Yet I feel so sad? why? maybe its because I think she isn't treating him right? yeah that must be it. There is no other possible way. Unless..... no it can't be. That'll never happen.
"Hey bro, what's wrong you seem sad." I hear a voice behind me. I turn around to see him. God he's tall, I must have been in thought for some time now "No yeah I'm fine." "Are you sure?" "Yeah man." He shrugs "Ok then, just checking in on you." I see him turn around and walk away.
I notice that break is almost over, so I hurry back to my seat. Another boring 45 minutes pass. I notice that the next lesson is P.E, fuck yeah I love P.E, typical I know but still. I grab my bag as the girls scurry the boys out of the classroom, since they change there.
"Hey you ready to go?" I see Alan walking towards me "Uh yeah lets go" I walk with him downstairs towards the changing rooms. We enter, surprisingly no ones there. I guess all of them got to engulfed in their games.
I sit on the bench, and begin to take off my shirt. Then my eyes catch Alan changing. My throat runs dry as my eyes stay locked on him. My cheeks suddenly turn red as I see him take off his pants. I dart my eyes away and quickly get to changing. We change and get out of the changing room. "Hey you're all red are you ok?" He touches my face "Yeah...yeah I'm fine" I say.
"I don't know man you just seem weird today" "No I'm fine really" "Ok then" I hear him say. Then I see the rest of the students walk in, go to the changing rooms and I hear our teacher rushing us in to the stadium.
We do our regular exercises and then comes dodgeball. Not to brag or anything but I'm really good at dodgeball. Anyway we start playing, me and Alan are of course on the same team. We make an awesome duo.
One moment really stuck with me was when I was running, apparently I had not seen the ball and Alan tugged me on the shirt and pulled me towards his body, we contacted and I felt as if I just got electrocuted, but in a good way, I got goosebumps and it sent some nice waves through my blood vessels.
I had no idea what that was, but it felt a little too good. We won the match and he ran over and hugged me around the neck, his smell made me heat up all over again and I started feel that electric feeling again.
At home we talked on discord like normal and played some games. I didn't tell him about what happened in the changing room, or P.E class. It felt like he shouldn't know, just yet. I can't keep secrets from him, we're best friends aren't we.
I of course had my dinner in my room, I don't like contacting with my parents. Then he started talking about his girlfriend again. How she had facetimed him, and how they had phone sex. It made me feel so angry and sad at the same time.
I couldn't bare to listen to his talks about his stupid whore of a girlfriend. So I told him that I'm going to bed early. I flopped down on my bed. I was so angry.
I even started to cry, I had no idea why his girlfriend made me feel so sad. I hate her. I wish she would just die, or cheat on him, anything that would keep her away from him and me. I couldn't stop crying.
I can't cry. Men don't cry, but no ones here... I wish he was here. To comfort me, he's the only one who wouldn't judge me. He understands.
I fell asleep while crying. I had a dream about Alan, it wasn't normal. Its the type of dream you shouldn't have about your friend. What was in that dream? I would rather not tell you. Well one thing led to another and I woke up midnight, all sweaty and with a serious boner.
