Jocks Aren't Gay

ch. 1

Ian POV

The best ever: Hey hot stuff ;)

Angel: Hey perfect. wyd

TBE: nm. you?

A: bored in class. maybe you could show me a good time in the jan-   

Bumping into someone, I couldn't finish reading the text. Looking up irritatingly, I was ready to shout at the person, before realizing that it was Johnathan. A.k.a. - my best friend.

I was about to apologize, but he interrupted me.

"Yo, Ian! What the hell are you doing!?" He said angrily. Johnathan wasn't the kind of person you want to mess with. He sent this one guy to the nurse's office with a broken arm and blood all over his shirt. I already know I'm not off the hook just because I'm his best friend.

"Texting a hot girl." I shrugged lightly as if it didn't really matter what I was doing. Which, honestly, is kinda true. Who cares about a guy texting a horny teenager?

"In the middle of the hallway?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. So?" I glanced down at my phone, before looking back up at him.

"So, you need to get to class. If you fail another test, coach is gonna bench you." He replied. I could've sworn I heard a twinge of worry, but that didn't mean much.

"Ugh. Fine, you're right. Plus, she justs wants to fuck." I said, rolling my eyes.

He shoots me a disgusting look, "Dude, please tell me you were gonna  say no."

Chuckling, I said, "Well, no shit. If I did, she would tell other people and they'd think they had a chance."

He smirked, "That and you've never done it before. You would do terrible and she'd tell the whole school."

He started laughing and I felt my face flush slightly out of embarrassment. "Shut up, Johnathan. You can't talk, you've never done it either." I spat back.

"Yeah, yeah. Get to class." He shook his head, still chuckling.

"Alright, mom. Hold your horses." With that said, I texted the same horny girl.

TBE: Sorry. Caught by teammate. Not today. Maybe next time.

A: oh. okay. ill plan for tomorrow then. Bye babe.

*Contact Angel has been blocked*