No Homo (Boy x Boy)

Frey

Frey's POV

I stared stunned as Scarlet stormed out of the room looking as though he was ready to kill. Somebody's touchy, I thought. Still in shock, I subconsciously packed up my bag and headed to my next lesson.

Before I knew it, it was the lesson before lunch. I wasn't sure whether I was excited for this or dreading it. It all depended on what we were doing. I show up and my class isn't stood outside the changing rooms taking registration. After a quick glance at my phone, I discovered that I was five minutes late. I groaned loudly thinking about how awkward this was going to be. I didn't feel like exposing myself to the kind of awkward situation where everyone is half naked and you don't know where to look. Plus the added humiliation of being late and not to mention the way everyone stares at you when you enter. The weight of their judgmental stares. Not my favourite thing in the world, not going to lie.

After staring at the door for at least five minutes imagining how awkward it was going to be, I felt somebody brush past me. It was Scarlet. He looked at me weirdly before asking, "Why the fuck are you just standing there?" Not giving me an opportunity to answer, he shoved the door open and walked in without a care in the world. Well if he can do it, so can I, I thought breathing in. Gathering up my confidence, I pushed the door open but it didn't go as smoothly as I had planned. Turns out my teacher was stood directly in front of the entrance, meaning when I swung open the door in preparation for my cool and confident entrance, I had knocked him off of his feet onto the floor causing everyone to laugh at both me and him. I felt the blood rush to my face and my eyes met Scarlet's. I could see the amusement in his eyes; he clearly wasn't making much of an effort to hide the entertainment he felt at my humiliation. "Cachu bach," I muttered to myself as I went to get changed.

After everyone was changed we were informed that today we would be doing rugby. This was probably the only good news I had received today. After oversleeping, forgetting my coat leading to me becoming drenched, having to sit next to Scarlet and then being partnered with him for my Geography project, I think I deserved something nice to happen to me. Even if it was only a game of rugby.

I hated sport. I hated running, jumping and anything that involved a lot of effort to be truthful. Yet, I loved rugby. Maybe it was the feeling I had when I was on the pitch. The adrenaline I felt when I was making a shot. The overwhelming joy when you score. I loved all of it.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I almost fell face first onto the field because I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm so dumb. After recovering my little trip by pretending it was a cool new dance move, a face in the crowd of the girls group caught my eye. She was beautiful. She had fair skin and long, blonde hair that was straightened perfectly. She wasn't tall but she wasn't short either. She looked about 5'5" or 5'6".

Who was she? I wondered. I knew she must be in the sixth form because our group had PE the same time as they did. But how had I not seen her before? Was she new?

Yet again I was awoken from my thoughts but this time by the yelling of my teacher, "All right, you guys know the rules. Scarlet. Frey. Captains. Pick your teams!" he ordered. Captain? I questioned. I had never been a team captain before, I was happy that I finally had my chance to show off my skills. That, and I couldn't wait to finally get Scarlet back for laughing at my recent embarrassment. I sent Scarlet a look that said something along the lines of, I'm going to win and you're going to be so pissed. He just replied with an irritated glare. We both stood up at the front and chose our teams. I didn't know the names of most of the people I chose but that didn't matter. I chose the athletic ones in hopes they would be good.

"Alright then, positions everyone!" coach yelled and we all made our way to our places, "3...2...1... go!" he yelled and with one blow of the whistle the game began.

There was one minute left in the game and Scarlet and I were tied. We just needed one try and we would win. I doubted we could do it, but we had to try. Somehow Jean, a very intimidating French boy in our class, had managed to pry the ball out of the other teams grasp. Yelling my name, he chucked the ball back. I sprinted only just catching it before it fell to the ground. Almost there, I told myself as I concentrated on where I was going.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong arms grab me from behind. In a panic, I thrashed at the body behind me that in the end sent the two of us to the ground. I heard the other person mutter merda and I knew instantly it was Scarlet. Who else would speak Italian when they were angry? Still holding onto the ball, I scrambled off of the ground pushing Scarlet back down when he tried to grab hold of me once again. Thirty seconds left, I could do this. I picked up my speed. My heart was beating rapidly and the sound echoed in my ears. My forehead was beaded with sweat causing my hair to stick, my fringe getting in my eyes, but I didn't care. I needed to do this.

Ten seconds. I was so close. Nine seconds. I jumped out of the way of the people trying to grab me. Eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two...

I dived to the ground and with one second remaining I scored a try. The coach blew his whistle, "And with that, Frey's team wins!" He announced and a mix of cheers and disappointed groans filled my ears. I knew I could do it.

I lifted myself up off of the ground brushing the grass off of my front. A flood of high fives came at me. I looked over at Scarlet, he was still on the ground but now he was kneeling. Scowling, he pulled out the bun his long, curly hair was tied up in. He looked pissed... good I mused. We went back inside and I definitely felt a lot better.

After we got changed, it was time for lunch. I had been craving the tuna baguette in my bag since I woke up having skipped breakfast. I thanked the lord that I remembered to pack it or I didn't know what I would've done.

Slowly, I wandered over to the canteen to meet with my two friends: Connor Mathews and Ryan Scott. They're all right, but sometimes they're real dicks. Scanning the canteen, I found Connor who was completely distracted by his pasta. He loves food way too much seriously.

As I walked over to the table I saw her again. The beautiful blonde. Who was she sat with... wait was that Scarlet? Why was he sat with her? How did he know her? So many questions came into my head at once it was hard to organise them. The jealousy filled up inside of me along with a hint of anger.

Of course he was with her. He was popular. People liked him, people knew him. Nobody knew who I was. I wasn't popular, I was a socially awkward nerd and he was a hot foreign guy who could really pull off a man bun... wait what?

Anyway, I didn't know her so I had no right to be jealous. Sighing, I continued to walk over to my friends. Sometimes I really wished I were someone else...

Chapter By: @Beth_Likes_Mangos [Me]