The Sleek Spectre of The Stadium

Part I

Sweats dampened the air of the locker room, Showers' drizzle and chitchats ran around the locker room, as per usual after the game. More than half of the football team left, the rest still minding their business, but one special popular player worked up on something else.

Topless with blue-white socks and no cleats—Milo chuckled with a warm gaze towards his five uninvited guests. "Who's your greatest teacher in life?" Salma asked, eyes never blinking after she saw him.

"My parents and my pain," he smiled, looking down. Tara squatted next to Milo and Divoky with a bent knee posed for a picture Brandon took. Milo laughed and pulled them up, ruffling Tara's dirty blonde hair, squeezing Divoky's biceps as he embraced them. "Come on, one more time!"

Salma giggled as she wrote his answers. Brandon shot them again. "For the last question," Salma beamed up. "What message would you tell the world?" Her hand steadfast for a long answer.

"Be grateful for everything life gives you and cherish them wholeheartedly." Not what Salma expected from a typical jock frat boy, but she wrote his answer and scanned her blue peacock notebook. Her interview would fit the campus magazine for the next week's edition. She could already smell the fragrance of the prestigious journalism award's certificate.

"Thank you so much! I'll cherish my...." she glanced at her friends, "Our time with you." Salma flicked back her hijab. "Let's take individual pictures and proceed with groupies!" She smiled.

"Tsk!" Annoyance echoed from their behind.

Milo and his uninvited guests turned. His not so popular teammate folded his jersey but the corner of his eyes whispered 'I'll call security if you don't hurry up and leave!'

The popular football player shoots five fingers at his teammate. He looked back at the five friends. They smiled wide till their eyes slanted. Milo rubbed his neck. "Please forgive my senior. He's crazy disciplined but very skilled too! He played here a handful of times. Have any of you watched his game before?" He asked.

"Ummm.... Not me." Salma said. The others glanced at each other and shook their heads.

"Well, you should! He scored more than I ever did."

'He's not as hot or as fun as you, so why should we care?' Tara stirred the straw in her soda.

"Anyhow.... TOUCH ME NOW!!" he spread his toned arms. They wasted no time and took turns gulping the popular football player. Salma hugged his bicep and leaned on them, Brandon finger gunned & winked at each other, Tara back hugged Milo with her palms smooching his bare nipples, thigh pressing on his waist & pressing her red lips on his cheek.

Divoky turn came. "I've adored you since your first score two years ago." He flexed his bulging chest for the football player. They bro fisted and chest bumped. "Sal..." he waved fingers at her. The muslimah snatched out a marker in a flash. "Please baptise me!" Divoky lent the marker and folded his hands behind his head.

"Yeah!" Milo signed Divoky's chest and wrote 'XOXO' on his neck. "I noticed you're topless even before you came in."

"Hell yeah! Why shouldn't I? I'm Hercules incarnate." The jock akimbo and the football player reflected on his pose.

"Pfft! He's topless before the first whistle blows." Tara said.

"We can see him naked at least twice a week." Brandon giggled behind them.

"Well, that's fine. You showcase self-confidence, body positivity and natural male beauty." Milo bro hugged Divoky before they posed for another picture. Their abs and chests kissed while they squeezed each other bum. They bro-fisted while Brandon showed the result to Salma and Tara.

"Stella, sweet strawberry syrup, it's your turn." Salma glanced at her blonde friend, always quiet but always smiling in the background.

The called friend wrung her wrist, casting an awkward atmosphere. Brandon fastened the process, escorting her closer to Milo, snared Divoky's jersey tee on the owner's head, and dragged him away. Milo smiled, but Stella blushed. Her shamrock eyes played cats and dogs with his silver eyes.

"Come on, Stells!" Tara peeked at the other football players, ready to leave.

"Let's go Stella.... right?" Milo embraced her, but Stella jolted and their hands clashed on and off each other. "Come on!" He shook Stella's shoulders. "This stadium has spooky rumours at night." He pulled her closer.

"S-sorry." Stella held his arm, but she really clutched him. Lucky Milo, Stella didn't store much strength in her thin frame. He could handle it.

Milo mended his brunet highlight hair a bit before cueing his ready. Salma smiled with exasperation "Smile~" she shot the two, Brandon gave a thumb up to Stella for effort. After their photoshoot session, they thanked Milo again for his time and left the locker room.

"Hey, wait for me!" The five friends heard Milo's calling to his friends echoed behind them.