No Homo

Chapter one

Connor

I take off my sweaty helmet, set it down on the bench, and look around the locker room. My eyes flick over the toned shirtless bodies and chiseled jaws of my teammates. It never crossed my mind once that normal guys don't look at each other this way. My eyes meet another boys'. His name is Troye "With an e at the end," he'd told me, and he's new this year. We haven't really talked too much. We hang out in the same group and sit at the same table for lunch, but we haven't really talked much. I blink and realize I was staring at him, I give him small apologetic smile for being weird. He returns it and I feel my face get hot, but I don't know why, I don't really blush, especially in the boys' locker room. I realize I'm still in my football uniform and I'll probably be late to my next class, so I turn back to my locker and pull off my jersey.

After changing I hurriedly got the things for my next class, AP English, out of my locker and run to the classroom. I apologize quickly to Mr. Burns, the insufferable, boring, teacher of this class. I rush past him before he can make a big deal out of my tardiness and notice for the first time that Troye is in this class too. I plop down next to him and give him a small smile. He returns it again like in the locker room and i look at my hands folded on the desk quickly.

I zone out, thinking about how well practice went until I feel a small tap on my arm. I start and look at Troye, who points to his notebook page. I see a small "Hey!" written in neat handwriting. I scribble "hi" back and look back towards the wooden desk in the front of the room. I'm glad no one else on the football team is in this class, they'd probably call us gay. I don't understand what they have against gay people. I mean it's kinda gross I guess (I don't actually think that it's just bc of plot things) (I just realized it's obvious I don't really think that, after all, I'm writing a gay fanfic) but really it doesn't matter.

I look back at the notebook page and see that Troye wrote "We haven't really talked much, but you seem pretty cool."

"Thanks! You too. Do you like playing football?" I write back, mentally facepalming at the stupid question. I don't know why I'm so awkward around Troye. Oh well.

We spent the rest of class talking about football and school things. At the end of class, as we're packing up, he says, "Hey, do you think I could have your number?" I don't think most guys exchange numbers this fast but I decide to give it to him anyway, he seems pretty cool. "Thanks, Con. I'll text you later."

With that it's time for lunch and he asks if I want to walk to lunch with him but I say I have to go to the bathroom. When I get into the farthest stall, I sit down on the probably very unsanitary tiled floor, not paying attention to hygiene. There's a feeling in my stomach, it's like I'm giddy and a blush is spreading from my face to my neck and ears. I can't figure out why this is, the only person I've really interacted with today is Troye, and there's no reason for me to be feeling this way after hanging out with him. Maybe I'm just happy I made a new friend that doesn't seem as superficial or close-minded as my other friends. I decide that's what it is and stand up, grabbing my backpack ad walking to the small sink and washing my face, I don't want Troye to think I'm all blushy because of him.

When I get to the table we usually sit at I decide to sit by Troye. I sit down and we carry on our own conversation throughout the rest of lunch, talking about most of the same things we talked about in class, but never getting bored. I kept noticing the other guys at the table giving us weird looks, but I ignored them. The rest of school that day was fairly uneventful, however I was very distracted during my other classes. My mind kept wandering to Troye and if he was going to text me tonight. I can't figure out why I keep thinking about him like this. His eyes are really cool. Well not really cool, I mean, I guess they're kind of pretty. My face reddens yet again today, I feel like the others in this class can somehow tell that I just thought that, so I look back to my desk.

As I'm leaving the school building after my last class Troye waves at me and mimes texting. I chuckle and wave back, starting my walk home.

AN

Hello friends, I hope this isn't too bad. Troye's POV will probably come later tonight or tomorrow. :)

BYEEE