My One Regret (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Thirty-Two: He's Mine

Blake continued acting like a golden retriever that tried getting your attention by following you everywhere. He once showed up next to me while I was putting textbooks in my locker, and I didn't even notice him until I slammed the locker door. How does he always know where I am and why won't he give me up already? He was clearly testing my patience, and I wasn't having any of it.

The only time today when he wasn't bugging me was when I was in study hall. It was the best period in terms of getting away from Blake. I got a little too comfortable, however, because I told myself to do one more thing at the end of class, which ended up taking me ten minutes. I looked down at my watch and saw.. 11:35?!

I needed to run, now. I spared almost no time shoving my things into my backpack and booked out of the classroom. I was definitely getting marked tardy if I didn't get to P.E. sooner. I arrived at the locker rooms feeling like I already ran the mile that we were supposed to have today.

I unlocked and swung open my P.E. locker and slipped off my clothes to put on my uniform. I got my arm stuck trying to put on my shirt and tried shaking my elbow around to get it through. I almost didn't care that I was about to rip my shirt, the coach would probably kill me either way!

"Get.. On!" I grunted angrily, hopping around like an idiot. I crashed into the lockers and fell back. I squeezed my eyes shut to brace myself for the impact that I expected, but I never felt it. Instead, my back was met with the cushion of two strong hands.

I blinked in shock and regained my balance. "I'll help you with that." My uniform was fixed properly for me and I slipped on my shoes. "Thank you. That was kind of embarrassing for me, but thanks." I awkwardly grinned.

The person who practically saved me was a kid in my P.E. period named Lucas Wilson. I never really noticed or talked to him, but I knew he was on the football team, like Blake. Lucas propped himself against the locker and crossed his arms. I caught him looking me up and down.. What for?

"The uniforms look ugly on everyone at this school, but you pull it off pretty well." He flashed me a grin and made a face that looked like he was thinking. "You're Theo.. Theo Wright.. right?" He chuckled. "Yeah, that's me. I think we might be late to P.E. though, wanna walk together?" I offered. I don't know why he hung back, he normally went to class with his friends, but it was obviously possible for him to be late like me too. Lucas shook his head.

"Not yet, is it okay if we hang back for a minute to talk? You don't need to be so early." My definition of late was arriving when half of the class already finished and went onto the track to stretch. Most people wouldn't stop to talk to me at all, so I took this as an opportunity to see what he wanted. "Fine.." I sighed, sitting down on one of the locker room benches.

"You with Blake?" He asked, his smirk dropping. I didn't know how to answer that question and asked a question of my own. "Why do you ask?" I fiddled with my fingers. Lucas shrugged. "Just asking.. Do you have a problem with that?" He stepped towards me and smiled. "Um.. No?" I gulped. Was he going to do something to me..? "You know.." he placed a finger under my chin and lifted it up.

"I never told you this, but you're really cute.." he examined my face. I didn't think he'd say that.. I was entirely surprised with his answer. "Thanks..?" I tried to say but it sounded like I was confused, which I was. I reached out to grab his wrist, but his hand only crept up my face further. I chuckled nervously and tried backing away. "You have really pretty eyes, too bad you have to hide them behind your glasses."

I nodded slowly. Why was he being so weird? I mean, he was complimenting me, sure, but he's never talked to me before and this was a big jump into a conversation for me. I stood up and excused myself. ".. Thanks! I think it's time for me to go though. Um.. Nice talking to you!" I tried to sound as polite as I could and I turned to start speed walking out the door.