Jeans

Word count: 2274

Warnings: Homophobia (it's high school, kids are mean, nothing too bad) and a bit of swearing but not too much ;) also I used the word "loser" way too many times sorry about that m8s

A/N: Wow well that was fun to write gee whiz I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It was a pretty wild ride to be honest and the ending was written at about 1:00 a.m. so it's a bit nonsensical at times. Anyhow thanks for reading! Also I was determined to give the person who sent in the prompt more than they bargained for. Hope ya like it ;) xx

I'd always hated P.E.

Being forced to do sports, having to show off my scrawny and very tall looking body in shorts that were way too short for my taste, a hard and insistent instructor constantly insulting me, the list went on.

But what I hated the most, was the changing room afterwards. A room full of butt naked, sweaty 16-year-old boys exchanging banter about how awesome that catch was, or how hot Kylie Lowe looked in those shorts wasn't my favourite place to be.

I hated getting dressed and undressed in there. The guys made fun of me for how scrawny I was, how emo my clothes were or how much of a "pathetic fucking loser" I was.

I was bad at sports, too. Nobody would even pass me the ball anymore, since they knew that I would mess up. I just pretended to play whatever sport we were playing. Running after the ball without ever actually attempting to get it...

That day was no exception to my deep hatred for physical education. We played basketball and I was horrible, as per usual.

The instructor pulled out his whistle and blew in it, shouting for us to go to our respective changing rooms and get dressed. It was always the most dreadful part. Nothing ever went right in that goddamn room of sweat, smells and horror.

I walked out of the gym and into the changing room, heading straight for the locker where I put all of my clothes.

I got my black skinny jeans out of my bag. As I started to put them on, I lost my balance and ended up stepping on the foot of the guy standing next to me.

"Ouch! Fuck. What's wrong with you?" He shouted, turning towards me.

That guy, he was Phil Lester. Most popular guy in school. He had the blackest hair and the bluest eyes.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry about that." I started apologizing to him in a very rushed and terrified manner.

He looked at me up and down and his eyes lit up when he saw my shirt. Then, he stared into my eyes, as if he was reading into my mind. His eyes were so piercing they looked as if they could actually do so.

Phil sighed and loosened is gaze. "It's fine." He said, brushing it off.

We stared at each other for a few more seconds. "That's a cool band." Phil said.

"Huh?" I questioned, confused as to what the hell he was on about.