Class Fanfiction 2.0

7

[Song choice by Kyra 💀🎵]

"Jose... he's..."

"I know."

"But- he's-"

"God, I know, Kyra!"

"I'm- who even let him-"

The two stood outside on the school's running track. It was a bright, sunny day, and a lot of the students took this as an opportunity to practice many of their extracurriculars. On one side of the field, the football team did a drill practice, on another side was the drill team practicing a new dance, and finally the track team running laps around it.

What was significant about the track team was the fact that Noah was a part of it and was currently on the field...

his entire upper body glistening in the sun because the man was actually fucking shirtless.

[😳🥵hahahha]

I mean, it wasn't like the rest of the team wasn't shirtless, because they were, but Noah really just had to have the most chiseled abs in existence, damn.

"I go to the gym every once in a while," He had explained bashfully once, when Kaven had brought it up in a discussion.

"Don't be modest, you got the body of a god!" Kaven exclaimed.

"I'm surprised you're not jealous," Myli commented to the blonde-haired boy, "I could never imagine you with a six pack."

"Didn't stop you from wanting me a year ago, did it?" He had bit back harshly.

"I don't remember you being an asshole a year ago, but that's another story..."

Kyra remembered tuning out the rest of the conversation, focusing only on the fantasy of being able to see Noah's supposed six pack one day...

And today that fantasy actually came true.

"Wow," She exhaled, "I can die happily."

Jose rolled his eyes. "Remind me again why I'm standing outside with you right now."

"Because I need to give Noah some notes for the final page of our paper, and I don't want to look like it's anything special or anything so please act casual," She said breezily, gazing at the one sweat droplet that began to slide down Noah's chest...

"I can hear you thirsting from over here."

"Fuck off."

Noah finally turned his head and noticed them with his bright hazel eyes, making her heart palpitate a second, then jogged to his coach and pointed towards the two. The coach nodded, and Noah began to jog back towards where they stood.

"Hey," He greeted, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. "I only have a few minutes to talk but-"

"Oh, it's fine," Jose said smoothly, "Kyra just had some notes to give you right?"

"Right." She agreed tight-lipped, scared of saying anything else.

He looked way better up close.

He was sweating, but it wasn't a ewpleasegetawayfromme-type of sweat, it was more of a pleaseletmebatheinyoursweat- type of sweat.