Rebound, But Newfound [boyxboy]

Rebound, But Newfound {2}

                “Hey mom, where are my cleats?” I asked curiously, going into the kitchen.

                “Zeke, I don’t know. I didn’t touch them. Now be quiet; I have to finish this if you want to go out to dinner tonight,” she said in irritation, not even looking at me as she bent over her laptop and continued typing up some report for her company.

                “Sorry,” I said with a shrug and went into the living room. “Dad, where are my cleats? I’m going to the soccer field with Trace, Kory, and Tommy.”

                “Oh, they’re outside,” dad said, his eyes glued to his laptop. He must also be writing some report for work.

                “Okay, thanks. I’ll be home late. If I come home at all. I might just hitchhike with a rapist up to Canada,” I said casually.

                “That sounds like fun Zach,” dad said, eyes still glued to his computer screen as he typed away rapidly.

                “Zeke,” I corrected. “My name is Zeke.”

                “That’s what I said. Look Zeke, I’m really busy right now. Why don’t you go down to the soccer field? Call your friends; I’m sure they’d love to go,” he mumbled.

                I sighed.

                I grumbled out a goodbye and went outside, grabbing my cleats and tying them on before taking off for the soccer field.

                I went to the elementary school and slipped around back. My heart stopped as I saw Kory taking shots on Trace. God. He was so good looking, and he had the best personality ever.

                “Zeke! Come on!” Trace called in annoyance, noticing me.

                I snapped myself out of it, hoping Trace hadn’t noticed. I jogged over to him and Kory and Kory grinned at me.

                “HI ZEKE!” he screamed.

                “Why are you screaming?” I asked, wincing and slapping my hands over my ears.

                “Well why not? The sun is shining which means it’s perfect weather for screaming!” Kory said joyfully.

                “No, it means it’s perfect weather for shutting the fuck up and shooting on Trace,” Trace grumbled in irritation. Oh that boy was never happy.

                I grinned before the arms even wrapped around me. The smell of old library books was potent on Tommy today.

                “You smelled me,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. I nodded and turned in his arms to hug him back tightly.

                “AW!” Kory cried, jumping up and down as he watched us share a kiss.

                “Kory, will you shoot already? You too Zeke and Tommy,” Trace said, letting out an annoyed sigh. Well then Mr. Pissypants.

                We all took turns on shooting on Trace for a little. I only managed to score on him twice, Tommy scored once, and Kory scored several times.

                After about an hour or so, Trace called it quits and came over, kissing Kory on the lips roughly and glancing at me when he had pulled away. Jealousy flashed through his eyes and I offered him a reassuring smile. I wouldn’t steal his boyfriend from him. I had my own.