Touch

Chapter 2

I was thankful when the bell finally rang signaling the end of the period and the day.

Thinking practice would distract me, I wasnt prepared for Dustins joking.

Graham! Graham, hows the boyfriend? he asked, smirking as he got the boys attention.

All of them looked at me and Dustin ready for whatever happened. Whether it ends with a fight or me tackling him particularly hard for the jab.

He spread his legs for you yet? Dustin made a thrusting motion. You hit that?

I debated yelling, jabbing back, and punching him in the face, but didnt. If I did hed probably only say it was because I was a homo. Not that staying quiet was much better, but it gave him less to work with. And eventually hed get bored with me.

Dustin always liked the reaction. He never really cared about the words spewing from his mouth, but getting that anger, embarrassment, and fight, thats what did it for him. Dustin and fighting went hand in hand and as his friend I got used to it.

Come on, Graham! Dustin shouted, getting my attention. Was he any good?

You probably know better than him, Dustin, Trevor growled. I could tell he was still raging from his conversation with Brittany in English. Everything about his behavior screamed piss off.

Graham didnt notice and didnt like Trevor interrupting his fun. Dont like me talking about the whore like that, Trevor?

No, Im just not in the mood to hear you running your damn mouth!

Dustin stalked over to Trevor and got right in his face. You want to say that again?

I said that Im not in the mood for your damn––

Dustins fist flew before I could stop him. The room erupted in shouts of approval as they surged towards the fight. The guys from other rows came around to ours to see what was going on.

The last thing I could see of them, before the swarm closed in, was Dustin on top of Trevor wailing at him.

I shoved the boys out of the way, trying to stop the fight. We didnt need infighting five days before the game.

Hey! The familiar voice made everyone pause. Coach stood at the end of the isle. A scowl cutting across his face as he stepped forward. The team made way for him as if he were Moses and they were the red sea. Dustin and Trevor had paused mid grapple to look up at an angry coach.

Coach wasnt tall, but he was wide. Stalky and buff and, as hes proven countless times before, strong. Nobody on the team dared to argue with him. Not even Dustin, loud as he was, could get a word out when Coach was mad.

He had this way of putting fear into your blood without even making a threat.

Get up off the floor and get your asses to the field. You two get to do burpees while all the rest of you ladies run laps. Trevor and Dustin stood and made their way out of the locker rooms.

We didnt even make a sound of dissatisfaction, knowing it would only make him push us harder.

Move! he barked, making all of us scramble into our practice jerseys.

Coach pushed us as hard as he could. It was exactly what I needed to distract myself from Tyler. By the end of practice most of the team was on the ground, trying to catch their breath. All of them blamed Trevor and Dustin. They were the most roughed up out of all of us.

Practice ended too soon in my opinion. But that was probably because I didnt really want to go home and face a few hours with Tyler and his distracting green eyes.