Obvious

#NateWasHere

The next two weeks were uneventful for us, filled with Friday football games, Saturday movie marathons, and Sunday study sessions. The week of homecoming came too fast, and Canon-Valle high school went completely festive. The walls were almost completely covered in dark blue and white, along with many pictures of our mascot, the Wolf. Monday morning was a little chilly as I walked into the school.

"Hey! Abby!" I turned at the sound of my name, and smiled when I saw Jack walking my way. "Hiya Jack. Ready for the game?"

Jack laughed. "Yeah. Listen, your friend, Nate, he's super smart at math right?" That was an understatement. In his freshman year, Nate had began taking college level math classes. The guy was good at numbers like I was good at being lazy.

"Yeah. He's like freaking Einstein sometimes. Why do you ask?" Jack looked sheepish. Well, my grades aren't doing to well in Trig, and coach said that if I don't get my grade up by Thursday night, I won't get to play. So I was wondering if he would tutor me."

Nate decided to choose that moment to make his entrance. "Hey Abbs." He looked at Jack and smiled kindly. "Hi Jack."

I turned to Nate and poked him in the arm. "Great timing , Newt. Jack here has a question for you." Pushing him forward, I headed off towards my first hour class.

********switching to Nate's point of view*********

I mentally groaned. Damn Abby and her plans. Putting back on a smile, I looked up at Jack, who was just a few inches taller than me. I looked into those gorgeous blue eyes and felt my words escape my brain. I had never really been this close with him, and I was sure that I was blushing horribly.

"Uh, sorry, zoned out there for a sec," I said lamely. He laughed softly. "It's cool, man. Listen, can I ask you a favor?"  I shrugged. "I need you to tutor me in Trig. I have a D and coach says if I don't get it up by Thursday I can't play in the game. You're the only one I know who actually knows what your doing besides the teachers."

I blushed at his compliment. "I just get numbers, man. But yeah, I'll tutor you. When do you want to start?"

"Well, after practice, which is til six, so how does six thirty sound?" I nodded. "Sounds great, but I don't know where you live," I said, stepping closer to Jack as someone rammed into me. Neither of us moved as we continued talking. "Oh. Well, could you stay after school and ride with me? I can take you home when we're done."

I nodded, my heart pounding so loud that I was sure everyone around could hear it. He said goodbye and I walked away, my thoughts racing. I was going to be inside Jack Bates' house! For the rest of the day, Jack was the only thing I could think of, but by 5:30 I was getting nervous.

I walked outside to meet Jack, and felt myself stop existing as I watched Jack walk off of the football field, wearing nothing but those spandex shorts that they wear under their uniforms. I felt my dick begin to harden and I hoped to God that he would never notice. He passed his gear to one of the middle schoolers that were always helping the team and headed over to me.

"Hey," I said as calmly as someone could when a half-naked sex God stood in front of you. "Yo." I was holding my water bottle and when Jack saw it, he nodded towards it. "You mind?" I shook my head and handed it over, once again my vocal chords seemed to leave my body.

He squirted it into his mouth and a little on his face and hair. He looked like one of those models that had just come out of the ocean, and that was all it took for my half-hard dick to become fully hard. I almost moaned, but bit my lip to silence myself. I watched as the water trailed down his chin and down his chest; that got me thinking about how it would feel if that was my fingers.

I didn't realize Jack had been talking until he said my name in that velvety voice. "Nate? You okay?" I blushed, my face probably looking like a tomato.

"Uh, yeah. It's just, you kind of have some kind of effect on me." Shit, shit shit shit shit shit. Did I really just say that? Jack just smiled. "If it's because I'm a jock and you think I'm going to pick on you for being smart, you're wrong. I'm not one of those people." He put an arm around my shoulder and we began walking towards his car. "Okay," was all I said, and we'd started walking again and had reached his car. As we got in the car, I wanted nothing more than for him to put that arm around me again.

The drive to his house was filled with Styx playing softly and Jack humming along, while I just sat there trying to will away the boner that was too insistent. Jack's house was only three blocks from mine, but his was definitely nicer. The inside looked like one of those houses you'd find in a fashion magazine. Jack led me downstairs to the basement, which was completely his.

I sat down on his bed, taking in his room. "Wow, who knew the most popular jock was secretly a major neat freak," I said jokingly. Everything looked pristine and perfect, but Jack laughed as if I'd just told him a joke. "Ha, if only I did it. My mom sneaks down here when I'm gone and cleans it."

He laid down on the bed beside me, and I had to really reign myself in as he sighed and closed his eyes, putting his hands behind his head. It definitely didn't help that he still wasn't wearing any god damn clothes and I could see the dark hair that trailed dos under his shorts, his hipbones beautiful and sharp.

I poked his stomach and he opened one eye. "Just checking to see if they were real." I added a wink at the end and we both laughed. I lifted up my shirt and looked between our stomachs. "I think I've got more packs than you." That got us both laughing hard, but when he poked my stomach, I let out a squeal and curled myself around his hand, practically on top of him. And that was how Jack found out that I was extremely ticklish.

"No," I yelled as he began tickling my sides. Pinning me down to his bed as I tried to get away. "That's not fair!"

With mock hurt, Jack smirks and says "Who, me, be unfair. Whatever." Letting me go, he lightly punched my arm. "I better go take a shower before I scare you off with my stink." I watched him walk away, smiling to myself. God, Jack was so not helping me get over him.

Aight, sup homies! So, new story, same old me. Hope yalls like it. I will still be updating oh baby! As well as writing this story.

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~crreepergirl