him.

Chapter 2 • His Eyes

We were forced to pair up to play doubles. It seemed like everybody had paired up except he and I. SCORE! "Hey" I said. He turned and we made eye contact again- ufff! Only this time I took the time to notice his blue eyes. His blue eyes that I couldn't stop staring at. I felt warmth in his eyes, just imagine what I would feel when making actual physical contact, OMG I can't wait. "Hey" he said as he smiled.
We paired up and we won our matches. "We make a good team" he said after we played. "We sure do!" His smile was contagious. If he would smile I would immediately follow suit. He's amazing with amazing piercing blue eyes. Blue eyes that I would LOVE to fall asleep and wake up to. "I HAVE TO FING OUT SOON" I thought as I wondered if he was gay.

As the days went by I got a lot more comfortable around him as did he with me. I guess you could say I started acting a lot more gay, a lot more myself. I guess that's a good thing? Maybe his gaydar will go off and he'll realize I'm gay, gay for him!

So I'm not the best at tennis, but I can get by, I can win matches, not all, but some. When I lose I get upset and when I win I like to show off, I guess? I mean who wouldn't? When I score I'm like "Yeah Biatch!" or "Ooooh Yeah!" And I'll sometimes add a little dance. Jet started mimicking me when I would do my dance and sometimes I felt embarrassed. Was he making fun of me or was he trying to show me he wasn't afraid to show his gayness?
It was all too much. I need to get him alone, SOON.