The Boy in the Black Snapback [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 2) Dreaming

The rain drizzled down as I walked briskly towards the arena. I opened the heavy glass door to a rush of warm air and the familiar smell of the arena, a mix of trampoline and sweat, and stepped inside.

"Fletcher!" I heard someone shout, "you're two minutes late!"

Calum bounded over to me, adjusting his blonde fringe across his face once he had stopped running.

"Hey, you've been later. And anyway, not everyone's here yet." I replied, glancing around the arena.

Calum's eyes glinted.

"You can't see Dylan because he's not here," he winked, I sighed.

"Fuck off," I growled, even though it was true, I couldn't help punching him in the arm as I started walking in the direction of the changing rooms.
"Stop bringing that up."

I put my bag in my locker and started undoing my tie. I hadn't had time to change at school, and I hated wearing a shirt and tie.

As I was halfway though unbuttoning my shirt, I heard the door open and turned around to Calum walking in, with a malicious grin on his face.

"He's here, isn't he." I rolled my eyes, secretly pleased as heck, slipping my arms out of my shirt sleeves and rummaging around in my bag for my Trampolining Club T-shirt.

"Of course he is. You probably smelt his deodorant, or maybe your gaydar sensed him" he laughed, doubling over at his own joke.

I stared at him, unimpressed, as I scratched the back of my neck. Calum's laughed died away and he looked up with tears in his eyes.

"Oh come on, that was pretty damn good."

No. No it really wasn't. I was filled with a sense of hopelessness and dread.

"No, it was the worst one yet. Face it, I'm never gonna ask him out, and even if I did he'd obviously reject me..." I muttered, having faced the facts.

Dylan, the sandy brown haired guy in discussion, was pretty. Fucking. Hot.
Like seriously, I hadn't met a hotter guy.
In addition, he had one of the most amazing personalities ever. He understood whatever you told him, he was calm and sensible, but had a great sense of humour. He never went too far with his jokes, and if he did, he'd be apologising for weeks on end, before you ended up screaming at him that it was okay and just a joke to be taken lightly.

"Fletcher!" Calum waved his hand in front of my face and I was drawn back into reality, snapping my train of thought.

I heard Sapphire shout something, and hurriedly slid my converse on, dashing out of the changing rooms hot on Calum's tail.

"-and you all better be nice to him. So- DYLAN, GET OFF YOUR PHONE! DO YOU WANT TO STAY IN THE CLUB?"

The green eyed lad jolted upright, the hand holding his phone shooting behind his back, his face, half covered by his sandy blonde side-fringe, going red.

"Sorry Saph, won't do it again." He said in his smooth voice, speaking as if Sapphire was a woman of great importance, like a commander.

She tutted and turned her head, making eye contact with me and Calum.

"You're both late, but..." She glanced at Dylan, "I can guess why."

Calum laughed, Dylan looked slightly confused, his dark brows furrowing, probably wondering why the hell he had been referenced to us.

"Okay, off you go, and keep an eye out, remember." Sapphire dismissed us, and everyone sprang to wherever they were training.

Dylan walked over to us as we stood at the edge of the trampolines, wondering what to work on, as the foam pit was being hogged by the older group.