Will you be mine, dude?

Resolution

Narrator

That evening, Kyle couldn't stop thinking about the next day. He longed for it to be tomorrow already. He was listening to some music on his bed trying to relax. He wanted to see Craig, no- he NEEDED to see him. His thirst for the tall boy had grown considerably with every 'hello', smile, and small talk they had in the school corridors. However, what hooked Kyle the most was Craig's aroma... that particular masculine scent that captivated the redheaded boy and fed his most sinful and obscene desires. 

"Team uniform..." he kept saying over and over in his mind remembering that Kenny had mentioned that the team players would be present at the tryouts for new members. 

Kyle's mind ran wild, imagining different scenarios in which Craig was a bad boy, or some scene in the dressing rooms after a match (not suitable for minors, of course), among other "steamy" ideas. From time to time, he would cover his face with a pillow in shame whenever his ideas got bolder, and after that he would bite or hit the pillow.

"I've been reading too many BL stories..." Said Kyle ending his trance. "I'm becoming the cliché bottom...".

Bottom... that word echoed in his mind.

"WAIT... Am I the bottom in the relationship????" I mean, the idea doesn't bother me at all... it's not like it's something bad! You know what's bad? Labels! Labels are awful! Why does society imply that being a bottom makes you less of a man?? NO! Those stereotypes must end right now!!!" Kyle thought while debating with an imaginary crowd. 

He decided it was time to go to sleep before his little debate got even more heated up. 

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The next day.

Kyle's POV

IT'S FUCKING FRIDAY ALREADY YAY!

Today I woke up earlier than usual. I took a shower, put on my outfit, ad breakfast and left for school, but this time I didn't take the bus... I still had some time left before class started, so I walked. The day was nice... it wasn't cold nor hot, the breeze was refreshing, and the sun shone with just the right intensity. 

I met Ken and Fatass at the entrance who had just gotten off the bus. Ken was carrying his sports bag with all the implements he would need for the tryouts after class. I also noticed Stan was there, but he continued his way without even looking at our direction. I felt hurt... Shouldn't I be the one giving him the cold shoulder? But I didn't wanna keep thinking about it... I didn't want my good day to be ruined.

In that moment I saw Craig parking his car near school. 

"Excited for today, are we ky?" Kenny asked me teasingly.

"Shut up you asshole... I'm not excited  at all. I was even considering not going with you to the tryouts because I have some homework to do..." I lied trying to look cool and unbothered, so he wouldn't notice how desperate I was to be there. 

"Mmmm... I see. And what would that 'homework' be again?" He asked me. 

"Uhm... You know... that homework that Mrs.... Uhm.... You missed school that day" I tried to come up with an excuse (not succeeding as you may already know).

"Isn't that Craig in his football uniform????!!!!" Kenny asked me (or shouted at me?) while he pointed t my back.

I immediately became the girl from the exorcist movie and turned my head to look as if my life depended on it. Of course Ken had made it all up... my boyfie, I MEAN, Craig was not wearing his uniform.