Woodbridge Academy

Ch.2

I didn't have to wonder who was around for long, cause the slamming of the door behind me announced my arrival for me. "Hello?" A voice called out from over by the changing bench.

"Sorry, just coming back from the pool." I told whoever it was as I made my way to my locker. "I didn't realize anyone else was out this late." I came around the corner and was surprised to find Matt sitting on a bench pulling up some Woodbridge Academy sweatpants over a pair of boxers. "Oh. Hey."

He glanced up at me and did a double take before losing his balance and stumbling into the row of lockers. He cursed under his breath before straightening himself, an adorable blush spreading from his cheeks and down his neck

Wait. Adorable? Since when do I think guys are adorable? Especially Matt Humphrey.

"You okay?" I asked him as I opened my locker, making sure I avoided eye contact. I didn't know what the proper protocol was. Should I ask him if he is into me? Do I let it go? I have no clue what I'm supposed to do. I feel like I should have been better prepared for this situation.

"Yeah. My bad." He chuckled. "Just a little embarrassed."

"Don't be. It happens." I grinned at him, dropping my suit and grabbing my boxers. "Get in a late night work out?"

"Yeah, needed to clear my head a bit." He told me, totally nonchalant, but when I turned around, I couldn't miss the fact that he was blatantly checking me out I cleared my throat, and he snapped his eyes up to meet mine. There was an emotion I recognized all too well from my time with Sarah swimming around in his eyes.

Lust.

I couldn't miss it if I tried.

"Anything you want to talk about?" I offered, trying to ease the tension in the room. I have no idea when we went from being complete strangers to offering support, but it felt right. There was something going on here, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in finding out what it was. Can't blame a guy for being curious.

He sighed and looked away, before standing and pulling a sweatshirt on before grabbing his bag. "Nothing you'd be interested in, I'm sure. Let's face it. You're not exactly my biggest fan."

"Now wait just a minute." I exclaimed, stepping to the side to block his escape route. He huffed a bit but stopped short anyway. Honestly, it was a little bit of a surprise to see Mr. Calm and Collected so frustrated. "I never said that. I asked you what's wrong, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't. But don't blame it on me because I never said anything to you that would make you think otherwise."

He straightened, his impressive size would probably intimidate most but I was too annoyed with the ridiculous transgressions of the night to even care at this point. "You have never spoken to me in all the time we've been in school together, why start caring now?" He challenged me. "You queer or something?"

My eyes widened in shock. So much for that theory. "You're kidding, right? You know how ridiculous that sounds. You're the one who sat down to talk to me earlier, and you're the one acting like a total dipshit. You're the one acting like someone pissed in your cheerios. So maybe you're the one who is queer and has a thing for me. That's what I think!" Matt seemed to shrink as I continued with my rampage and I instantly felt terrible. I didn't want to be an asshole. I'm not that guy. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I'm just being a jerk."

His gaze fell to the floor, his entire alpha male facade entirely forgotten. "You're right though." He mumbled.

"What?"

"I'm gay." He mumbled again, not bothering to look up at me. "And yes, I've had a thing for you for a while."

"Wait...what?!" I repeated. "You're kidding."