He was Hot, I was Not!

Stans POV:

I was feeling pretty good. My first starting game as quarterback, and I had a great game and we had won by a pretty good margin. I was walking back to the locker room with the rest of the team and I saw her: Kayla, the girl I had noticed on the first day of school. She was with another girl I knew, Shaundra.

I knew that Shaundra had a crush on me at one point, but I didn't encourage her. A lot of guys, including Matt, had told me to go for it; she would have been my first experience with an African-American chick. But that wasn't important to me, she had feelings, and I didn't want to encourage her, or hurt her feelings. She was kind of pretty, but she just wasn't my type, and I wasn't interested in her that way. I knew I could have had her, I saw it in her eyes--all I had to do was ask, but I never asked. We had remained friends though, there was no hard feelings between us, so I decided to speak to her.

"Hi Shaundra." I said, as I was pushed towards the locker room by the rest of my teammates. I really wanted to speak to Kayla, but I didn't really know her. At least saying "Hi" to Shaundra would get me noticed.

"Hi Stan," she replied with a smile on her face.

I briefly saw a look on Kayla's face that I couldn't really identify as my teammates and I went in to the dugout and disappeared from their sight.

Kayla's POV

Shaundra said that Stan wasn't interested. I wonder if something had happpened between them? I was kind of crushed, but I really didn't know how to feel.

I saw that dreamy look on Shaundra's face when Stan said, "Hi." Did it mean something? Had they had a relationship? Not interested doesn't necessarily mean they hadn't made out, or worse--slept together. I really wanted to know, but I didn't want Shaundra, or anyone else, to know that I thought Stan was cute. Okay, more than cute, but no one needed to know that. I didn't want to be ridiculed. The fat, geeky, black chick lusting after the handsome, hot, absolutely gorgeous new guy.

I couldn't bring myself to ask Shaundra if she and Stan had been together. It really wasn't any of my business, and it would kind of give away my secret.

"He's kind of cute." I told Shaundra, trying to sound casual, as if I had never saw him before.

She still had that dreamy look on her face which kind of pissed me off--I was jealous, I realized, but I didn't say or do anything.

"Yes, he is," she finally answered, sounding breathless, as if she was just coming back to reality after having an orgasm. Ugh! I kind of wanted to help slap her back into the present, but I didn't. And I couldn't really blame her: Stan was even more stunning up close!