A Bleacher Boy's Perspective (BoyxBoy)

My dad is the football coach of Elwood High. He's won nearly every single game for every year he has worked there. He's muscular, intelligent and popular. He had everything.

Then, well then, he had me.

I was supposed to be the kid with the skills to match his. Maybe even exceed his own. But I am the last person you would find outside on the field. Or any game if I am being honest. So to say the least I'm a disappointment to my father. So much, I don't even think he thinks as me as his child. He is always throwing these subtle hints my way about how I'm too thin or how much he would love to have more players on the team.

I would play sports if I could-believe me. But I'm just not into athletics like my father wants me to be. Plus, I have this odd tendency to screw up everything I touch.

Which is how I got into this mess to begin with. It started when I spilled coffee all over the football quarterback-Derek Williams. He's a nice guy-for a football player. But I absolutely hate him with every fiber of my being. If there was one thing my father wanted from his son-well it would be all of him. He's athletic, smart, good looking, and funny.

You don't get much better than that. And my father tells me. Everyday.

But here comes another problem. I'm gay and my father doesn't know. He would probably hate me, or blame my non-athleticism on some stupid stereotype on my sexuality.

No, hiding this from my dad was never really issue. I was good at keeping secrets, probably better than I should have been. The issue you may ask?

Well his name was Derek. The very guy I resented, just so happened to have his own dirty little secret.
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