Arm Wrestling

Math Class

Norman held the other boy's hand tightly as they both struggled to dominate and show who was really on top. Palms sweaty he couldn't help but crack a small smile as Jack struggled to beat him. He slammed the other boy's hand on the desk and smirked at his victory.

They had been doing this arm wrestling thing for weeks now and to the boys it never got old. Secretly it was Norman's excuse to be able to hold the other scrawny brunette's hands. They were just so soft like marshmallows or feathers he always thought to himself.

From across the room he heard his girlfriend Samantha laugh along with her best friend while looking his way. If only they knew, he thought.

Little did he know she did suspect everything and was joking around about it with her purple haired friend, Kika. She even joked and planned on writing a fanfiction on her Wattpad about it. (Spoiler Alert: She totally did write one).

Literally everyone from miles away could see the tension and burning desire these two teens had for each other.

The bell rang.

Sadly, he had to leave Jack and walk Sam to the bus like he did everyday just like a good boyfriend would. He dragged himself on in the same routine he did everyday. Whenever, he zoned out he looked pretty pissed and he knew that, but it didn't stop him from tuning Sam out as she talked about John Cena or some other lame boring thing. He just couldn't stop thinking about that damn boy. Just his hair, his eyes, everything- even the stupid way he laughed like an obnoxious child. He knew he was in way to deep.

He planted a small kiss and gave Sam a half-hearted hug.

"Bye," he whispered watching her leave.

Maybe one day this would be easier just not today. He just wasn't gay, and he knew it he loved this very attractive and amazing girl. She was everything he ever wanted, right?