The story about the fit boy I met in gym... [2]

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Every love story says the hot guy has an amazing body with a great face and beautiful eyes mostly being either hazel, blue or green and the guy always seems to have no faults in his appearance or in his personality or anything like that. Most of the time its cause this "guy" is a vampire ( lol ) But this isn't the point I'm trying to make you get at.

As I took my first look at him while lining up for gym I knew that one thing was true. He was, unbelievably hot. No denying it and with no doubts, he was. He was the hot in frickin hot. Yes he had a great body and yes he had beautiful eyes and yes he had great tanned skin like Michelle had told me but he was definitely for sure, not a vampire. Just one hot guy who everyone had their eye on.

I also knew when looking at him, that I took a fancy to him. Not as bad as Michelle of course as I wasn't slobbering, but I still fancied him. Whether I liked it or not, all the other girls did too and some of the gays in the school according to Michelle. I really, really liked the boy but because there were too many sluts for him to make easy prey of , him and I would never be.

So im in the changing rooms getting dressed for gym and all the girls were on about the guy. No-one knew his name but no-one really had to, to being honest. Every single girl and probably boy too knew who you were on about if you mentioned the guy. Every girl would get an orgasm over it and most guys would be like "So yeah, what about him" but deep inside they were quivering with jealousy.

Now I was sitting fully dressed and was sitting uncomfortably on the small bench. All the girls were still on about the 'guy' even though all he had done was come to gym. Anywho, the sluts if you were wondering, were discussing what they knew best: one being how to get him to bed, two being how big his 'manhood' was and finally if he had a six pack. I'm not exaggerating either, this was TYPICAL slutty behaviour in our school. However, what wasn't typical was that Michelle was listening and also joining in their conversation. Not that the sluts minded or anything. Michelle was pretty popular when she wanted to be. This made me smile and it made me sad. Why would she do that??? So with Michelle doing who knows what, I walked out of the door and into the gym.

Surprise, surprise, Angie HAS to be the only girl in the gym. I self-consciously stare at the floor while most of the guys stared at me. Probably wondering were their eye candy was. It felt like this was happening for an awkwardly long time so I raised my head and gave them all dirty looks.They all, as I predicted, looked away nervously except, for the hot guy. I turned around absent -mindedly away from him, hoping he didn't see my blush. I imagined what Michelle would say (I forgot to tell u guys that she's black n she's american, you can kinda stereotype the voice :p) She would say: "Awwwww baby girl, you just have to blow every chance you get at a guy, especially the cute ones... Dangggg ittttt"

As if on cue, I heard some excited whispers and some high pitched voices. The guys perked their heads up and with perfect timing the doors opened and all the girls who had been in the changing rooms ran into the gym and sat down. A clearly annoyed Coach Thornton blew his whistle. The room went quiet.

"Okay, I don't know what has gotten into you girls today"

This led to some high pitched giggles.

He continued, "But, we will resume as normal. I'd like everyone to get off their asses...

Staring coldly in the direction of the sluts

"And give me 10 laps. Let's go!"

And with that everyone did get off their backsides and started to slowly jog.

I had run 4 laps now, concentrating on not falling or puking or making a utter fool of myself , - ( Bella of Twilight thought she had it bad. :( ) - when Michelle came up to me.

"Hey" She called. Her voice was audible even over everyone's chatter and everyone's scraping trainers. We approached the 5th lap.

"Hi" I replied glumly. I still was resenting the remaining 5 laps I had to complete.

She asked "What's up with you?"

I was about to make an excuse when 'he' showed up. Michelle squealed and grasped my arm tightly.

Here we go AGAIN.

I shrugged her off me, knowing fully well I didn't want any slobber getting on me. He and Michelle caught up anyway much to my disappointment. He breezed up towards us. He looked up at Michelle and I and flashed us a grin. Michelle was lucky I caught her just before she went into a swoon and fainted.

"Hi" he said politely.

The run obviously didn't take a toll on him like it did on us. (Me and Mich - if you needed help it's pronounced Me-shhhhhh)

I realised he was waiting for me to say something.

I gasped a quick "Hi", hoping that it didn't sound so nervous, cause I really thought it did.

Anywho, why was he talking with us. The sluts were over there in the back corner. He probably came to ask for directions. I chuckled.

I kept running, dragging the half dead Michelle with me.

"So your Angie right?" He asked.

"Yeah, this is Michelle"

I pointed to the thing which I was dragging.

I hated my name more than ever. Oh well, I thought, at least he knows it. I wondered who told him.

I asked him quizzically "What's yours?"

(Don't get the wrong idea, I aint gonna ask him out right now like some slut would. Just wanna know his name cause no-one else does.)

"My names Brody" He said.

He gave a quick smile. I was now really wondering what the hell he was doing talking to me of all girls, not that I didn't enjoy him next to me or anything like that ;)

We crossed the finish line and I went to go sit down and put Michelle down. He followed me.

"So," I asked. "What do you think of this school so far."

He said that it was good but I didn't pay attention. I noticed the sluts giving me more evil looks than normal.

Brody looked at them too.

"Mate's of yours?" he questioned.

"Not in the slight" I sheepishly said.

"Oh" He replied.

He said nothing more after that. Personally I wasn't expecting him too. For him to talk to me is a accomplishment in itself.

The bell went and I headed for the changing rooms, cursing myself all the way for blowing the biggest chance I could have been offered in my stupid little life.