❝"I don't do straight guys," Art said with the kind of confidence Brady had always wanted.
"I am not asking you to do me." He scoffed defensively crossing his arms over his chest.
"Then why are you looking at me like you want me to?"❝
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After the final bell of the day, I head directly for the track field. Wanting to run, wanting to focus on just that. I needed think about something besides Brady and the stupid flinch.
I was not the first to show up, there was already a group of boys talking amongst themselves. All huddled together in running shorts and tank tops. A few laughs exchanged between them as I threw my bag amongst the benches. It did not take them long to notice me.
"Are you the boy that coach told us to run with?" the dark skinned boy who spoke first matches me in height. His semi cliched afro hair barely being touched by the spring breeze.
"I guess," I simply give a shrug, not knowing what else to say
"This is Sam, and Alej," the boy gladly introduced as he pointed out the boys in question. Sam is a fair skin guy with unnatural coloured bleach blonde hair and Alej, a latino boy who stood a good few inches shorter than myself. "And I'm Bron."
"And you are?" I hear the one introduced as Sam inquired. He's giving me the opportunity to introduce myself.
"I'm Art," I introduced myself, unable to stop myself from running my fingers through my hair. There was an awkward moment between us as we waited for the coach to arrive.
Bron quickly took the lead, "Coach said to start without us, so Art and I will take the first run." Bron announced happily as we headed towards the starting line. Shaking out my limbs as I crotched down, extending my left right leg while keeping my left leg tucked to my chest. Ready to push out under me at the moment's notice. My fingers spread against the red tarmac as my eyes set themselves into the distance. Deep breath in and deep breath out.
I could tell Bron was trying to suss me out, see if I'm any good. The way Alej and Sam eye me from the sidelines make this clear. He was the leader and if I want to be taken seriously in this team I'm going to have to get through him.
Sam and Alej are taking their position slightly behind us so that once we go around the track they're ready to take the baton. The relay depended on running fucken fast, the algorithm, teamwork and time. Unlike meter running, we work in time and measurement.
"On your marks." I hear Alej say from behind us as I push my weight deeper into the ground.
"Get set." I prepare myself for what's to come.
"Go!" That is the cue as we both shoot off.
"You got this Art!" I hear the familiar voice of Sarah as I reach the home stretch. Not knowing what to think besides running, I do just that. Finish, feeling my muscles in my legs ache. The three boys did not wait long before I brought in the baton. I imagine it's good enough for first or second place. However, I would prefer first.
"Holy shit. I didn't know you could run that fast!" Sam cheers as I struggle to get my breath back, as he wipes his sweat off his forehead with his t-shirt, revealing a slim muscular frame with it. "We keep this routine, we can beat Heights at our next meet," Sam adds happily.
