"He was entrapped in a world where all that remained was sadness."
A navy blue sweater hung off his shoulders, hands entwined and a smile plastered on his face. His heart was palpating, but no one saw that. Nobody saw the slight grimace on his face. The way he moved rigidly. How his hands were slightly trembling. Except her, she noticed; the smile on her face gloating and prideful as she gracefully took her reward:
His fear
He entered the doors of the red bricked building – his personalized hell – to be greeted with the penetrating stares of his peers. They were chattering about his latest date with her. Jealousy and envy could be felt from everyone.
"Do you think he has finally stopped his manwhoring ways, Rose?" Sandra Jones whispered to her friend, after all he was the Star Jocks.
"Probably, do you even like see the way they stare at each other. Gosh! They are just so darn cute." She quickly replied, both unaware of the boy standing behind her.
"Mind stepping aside?" He snapped, making the girls quickly scurry away under his glare.
Tugging his hand off hers, the boy opened his locker door. He abhorred all of this, yet he had to play his part.
After all, he was just a pawn in her game of chess.
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The Jock
Short StoryWhen the jock hooked up with the star dancer, he hated, the look of a classic cliché took a mask. Nobody could read between the lines. Nobody knew that not everything was the black and white as they had all so rigidly prejudiced.
