A Jock And A Rock Star boyxboy

Me, the Jock

I sat on the bench in the changing rooms, waiting to be told to head out onto the fields. My football helmet was perched in the crook of my arm, waiting to be put on to protect me from the other team.
I breathed deeply, trying to stay calm.
'It's just like practice, only hundreds of people watching,' I sigh as I think the words.
I feel like I'm sitting there forever, but I know it's only a couple minutes.
Finally, the referee is calling us out to the field, one by one.
Since he goes in alphabetical order, I'm first.
"Number two! Anthony Bureheart!"
I stick my helmet on and rush outside.
There is a large amount of cheering, and a couple girls blow me kisses.
Yes, I'm the most popular guy at school. It has its benefits, like no one can detect you, and it's drawbacks, like all the weird kids want to touch you everywhere (yes, I've even been touched there).
Anyway, the rest of my team mates are called onto the field and then the opposing team is called down.
While all the players are lined up, the band comes out, and instead of the whole Choir, just one other guy.
All the players take off their helmets and place them across their chests, and everyone in the risers does the same with their caps.
The Choir kid is obviously supposed to be leading the Anthem, because he lifts a microphone to his lips and sings in the best voice I have ever heard.
It rings across the Audience, leaving them stunned at first, and then they join him in singing.
Let me just say, he's a tenor, which should explain everything.
My jaw drops open and I stand there like a fool before remembering that I'm supposed to sing too.
I lip sink (I'm not stupid enough to actually sing) and all the other guys do too.
When the boy finishes, I'm kind of sad. He was that good.
The ref. says all the rules, like he expects us to pay attention. Then he pulls out a quarter and looks at me, the captain of the home team.
"Heads."
He flips it and it's...heads. (Not like you care, you just want to hear the guy sing).
We get in position (I'm the quarterback), and our ref. blows the whistle.
The guest team kicks the ball to our side of the field, and it lands by me. I pick it up, and sprint towards the touchdown zone.
Like every other time, I make it.
The score ends up being 78-13.
I high five one of my best friends, Tucker, who also plays on the team.
"Man, we wrecked face," I say to him
"Yeah, they didn't stand a chance. Are you coming with us for pizza?"
"Nah. I have to take Melissa home. I don't want her parents mad at me."
"Oh, yeah, right, well goodnight then."
We bro hug,and I walk off towards the changing rooms.
I pull off my Jersey and pull on my regular shirt. My sports pants are replaced by khakis.
Once I change, I walk outside and wait for Melissa, my girlfriend, to work her way out of the crowd to find me. I'm standing there for about five minutes, when the Choir boy walks past, towards his car.
"Hey," I speak up without really mean g to, "you were great."
"Thanks," he says in that amazing voice he has, "you too."
He walks off, leaving me waiting for Melissa and for some reason an erection.