stars // scavi

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t h r e e

Kevin was a douche.

In fact, that was probably too nice of a word for him.

But no one would dare call him that to his face, because their head would be bashed in if that happened.

However, Avi just couldn't seem to see how people thought Kevin was such an asshole.

Because he was so fascinated by this football captain that he couldn't see the true side of him.

Kevin was just so pretty pretty, and Avi didn't think anyone could be as pretty pretty as Kevin.

Well, except for that one boy on the basketball team. Avi thought he was pretty pretty. Just, not as pretty pretty as Kevin.

Avi liked watching Kevin. His every move as he stretched and as he bossed all the other team players around and oh, shit, he was walking over in Avi's general direction.

He sat next to Avi, but only because the water jug was sitting there, and he needed water.

And just when Avi thought he could finally talk to Kevin, god dammit, the rest of the team ran up, and with the football teams comes the greatest slurs and the most amazing profanity use anyone could ever pull.

So, with tears on his cheeks, Avi stood and ran out of the gym, his guitar case left on the gym floor and his bottle of pills slowly slipping out of his pocket.

That's how days usually went.

Because Avi wasn't a star.