Dripped In Jealousy

Carried Away

It's fucking Monday, the worst day that could possibly exist. Why is the weekend so short, and the torture of school so, so long?! On the bright side, school's over, so I just I one thing to do.

I went straight to the football field, and I looked out for a certain guy. I saw him out there, warming up with a bunch of other guys. I found a comfortable spot to sit in the bleachers, and I decided to watch him from here. He probably won't even notice me up here.

Charley. I was watching Charley.

Why are you watching Charley like some sort of batshit crazy freak?

First of all, I'm not a batshit crazy freak. And secondly, I'm only here because we have to practice for French orals tomorrow. I don't even know why I'm doing this last minute, but I honestly didn't remember anything about French over the weekend.

As I sat there, I admired the way his arm flexed as he did his pushups effortlessly, followed by a jog around the field, before getting into official practice.

Getting a little bit bored, I decided to scroll through Instagram till he's done. I saw a post from schoolsniper101, and I almost laughed.

There I was in the photo, in the car park, getting out of my new Ferrari Enzo, sunglasses on and everything, and people more than stared. They took pictures. I guess schoolsniper101 was in the crowd.

After 40 minutes of YouTube, Instagram and Tik tok, I saw the group of guys heading my way.

They ain't coming to you, dumb dumb. They're going to the changing room...which is behind the bleachers.

Whatever.

I got up to wait outside their changing room. Everyone filed out after a while, but I didn't see Charley.

Should I go inside?

Did you hit your head when you were born? You obviously can't go inside the males changing room you fool!

Hey! Don't call me that!
As a matter of a fact, I don't give two shits about what you think, I'm going in. Besides, what's the worst that can happen?

The worst that can happen is you seeing his di-

Okay, that's enough.

I pushed the door open, and it closed on it's own. I looked around. The changing room sort of resembled the locker room, except it was blue and there were standing showers in here.

I don't even see Charley. Weird.

I walked towards the showers, and I nearly squealed when I heard one of them click open. Out stepped Charley, nearly naked. The water dripped from his muscular body, and his towel hung dangerously low around his waist, displaying his V-line and perfect abs. He looked gorgeous.

He's a freaking Greek God.

"You can tell me when you're done checking me out," he smirked.

"W-what? I'm not checking you out," I lied, looking at the ground to hide my baked cheeks.

"And I'm the Wizard of Oz," he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever," I watched as he dried his blond hair.

"So what are you doing here?," he asked.

"Actually, I came so we could practice for French orals."

"Oh. So...your sure you're not only here for that?" he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

I didn't respond. That's because of this weird, fluttering feeling in my gut.

He stepped closer, observing me carefully, and I automatically stepped back the closer he came. Soon, I felt my back hit the wall.