jacob x gavin

gym

gym- a place to see sweaty boys.
and jakob is one boy I'd like to see sweaty in multiple ways.

but we're only in grade 9 so that won't happen (yet).

we were playing his favourite game: basketball.

the air conditioners were broken, and the gym was really warm. everyone in my class was basically sweaty. but the only one i was looking at was Jakob.

his hair was slightly wet, the bottom of his sleeves and the collar of his shirt were drenched.

i watched as -almost- every time he got a goal he looked over at me. somehow he knew wherever i was.

when gym was over we went to the bleachers.
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"Jakob, nice play" cayden said, taking a drink of his little brothers paw patrol water bottle. "eh, i could've done better" he said, also taking a drink of water. "it sucked being on gavins team, he did nothing" cayden said. "what do you mean he did nothing? he scored most of the goals. it sucked not being on his team" Jakob said. "damn" cayden said before walking out. my cousin and her girlfriend kept looking over before they also walked to the next class.

"what class do we have next?" Jakob asked. "math" i said. "math sucks" he said, we walked out into the hallway forgetting we were just in a hot gym. it was cold- but the good kind of cold.