"How come you guys are slacking off like this?! You guys are young but look at your
state. I'm turning 50 next year & I'm still as fit as a teenager!" Coach Moore's rough voice starts to prick the teen boys' skin in this hot summer. He surely has horse power. How can people even breath peacefully in this hot
summer? Heat waves in the middle of the May, that too in California surely
dances with all of their spirit energy.
A boy from the last row giggles cheerfully and says, "Weren't you 55 last week coach?" Everybody fits into laughter. Coach Moore tries to hide his embarrassment with a loud
"Shut up, Norman!"
The boy who was standing leisurely in the front, who catches almost everyone's eyes with his heavenly good look and figure turns behind and smirk. Norman just looks
away finding the school building more interesting.
"Why are you making us work so hard? We just won a game 2 weeks ago." An African American boy whines. He was sweating a lot making his shirt wet and give a mesmerizing
view of his hard abs. His dark skin was glistening in sweat under the sun. "Working
hard is the epitome of a real man." Coach beams at him.
"Then I don't wanna be a man." Norman nonchalantly says which earns him snickers. The boy from the front again looks at him and says, "So you wanna be a bitch for
men?" With cold uncaring eyes he can surely see Norman's cheery aura disappearing.
He can hear gasps & laughter from his teammates.
"Dude you're being rude."
"Hey that rhymes!"
"Shut up Jeromy."
But his eyes remain only on Norman who was gritting his teeth in pure anger. His smirk grows
wider to the point of grinning.
"So Norman is gay?"
"It's okay
bro! We support you." Then they all laugh again.
"You guys
really like to jump into conclusions." Norman sighs.
"OKAY that's
enough! Now do the training like your life depends on it!" Coach Moore's voice
makes everyone groan.
"What?!
Soccer is not just a game. It is a passion." Coach says dreamily & everyone
visibly cringe. But Norman's whole attention stays on the particular handsome
boy in the front.
After practice
Norman's body felt like someone beat him up real bad. He goes into the shower
stall right after everyone was done with their shower. He doesn't like to
shower with everyone as the room becomes really stuffy with muscular teenage
boys.
While he was
undressing he barely noticed that someone was looking at him intently. When he
turns around with only in his blue boxers he gasps loudly seeing none other
than Saffran.
The same boy
who mocked him so coldly few moments ago. Seeing him Norman visibly cringes and
then ignores him. But he couldn't deny the fact that Saffran's mere presence
makes him so self conscious. It bothers him that such handsome bastard is
looking at him like a predator.
Without
thinking he blurts out, "You like my ass
that much that you can't help but keep looking at me?" Saffran chuckles. And
that was really sexy. Norman really wanna kill himself for thinking that way.
"I'm not
like you Normie~." Like him means he's not gay. Yeah that's the
sentence Saffran is living on. Norman can't help but laugh loudly. "You sure
are a pathetic one." He says with hidden frustration in his mind. Saffran
doesn't seem to be bothered as he comes close to Norman. Norman becomes more
self aware but he doesn't try to back away. He'll never let Saffran play him.
Saffran's eyes never leaves the black pupils of Norman. With an innocent poker
face he says lowly looking at his chest, "Aren't they too pink for a man?"
Norman
furiously blushes from cheeks to ears and looks at him with an angry
expression. "That's none of your business Senin!" Saffran laughs loudly and
wipes a fake tear from his left eyes. "You sure are a princess." He says and
starts to leave while rubbing his head with the towel. "And you sure are gay!"
Norman screams which earns him another laugh. "Whatever helps you sleep at
night Normie~." He disappears leaving a fuming and frustrated Norman alone.
The day
breaks into night and Norman is finally going to get his beauty sleep after a
heavy and busy day. After the encounter with Saffran at the shower stall, he
can't get him out of his head. How dare he say that his nipples are pink?!
Norman curses him in his head. But the topic runs in his mind and he takes out
his phone to search 'Is it normal for men to have pink nipples?'. When he was
about to type he gets a message notification.
It's from a
group chat.
Jerry:
Are yall invited to Saffy's party?
Monabebe:
Yeppp.
Conny:
Like i was ever uninvited.
Lucas: Didn't
he invite the whole school?
Saffran:
All the peasants r invited. 🥱
Saffran:
All princess r invited 2.🔥
Mio:
Thainkss noble poop!
Norman
smiles watching their chats. He then types,
Norman: R we getting your parents Paris wine?
Saffran:
Nopp princess.
Norman again
gets angry and types furiously.
Norman:
Then chock to death on your drinks!
Saffran:
Kinky.
Norman then
throws his phone on the bed. Saffran always tries to get on his skin. But he
won't back down. He determines not to lose his cool. Cause that's what Saffran
likes most. For Norman to get all flustered and losing his cool.
Next day
everybody was talking about the party. The girls were planning what'll they
wear. Norman doesn't understand why they need to work on choosing dresses when
all they'll do is fucking drinking. He goes into the locker room to put his
books and a bubbly girl calls his name.
"What got
you all grumpy potato head?" She was a little short than Norman and hot as
hell. She was most likely Norman's best friend. "Everybody is talking bout the
party." Norman says boringly. "Yeah. And we are going." Sara says cheerily.
Norman just rolls hid eyes. "Not we. I won't go to his house." Sara frowns
at him. "Why? Saffran and you are friends right?" Friends. When did they
actually become friend after Saffran just ditched him for his more famous and
womanizer friends? Plus the
crush he had on Saffran gradually made Norman to drift away from him. Saffran
never knew his feelings and will never know.
"Yeah yeah.
I was planning to game around with Evan." Sara sighs. "Please. This one time
come with me." She says with puppy eyes which Norman can't deny. "Ugh. Fine.
But you have to buy me lunch." Norman says giving in. "OKAY!" As they starts to
walk their eyes drop on a particular couple surrounded by many students. Norman
becomes curious and asks Sara, "Who is she?"
"Oh. That's Saff's new girlfriend. He fucked her once in a
party and then she confessed to him. I bet she's clinging to him only for
fame." Sara says. Norman's mood becomes all gloomy and he quickly passes from
the crowd. Norman wakes
up from his nap abruptly hearing his phone ringing non stop. He takes the call
and instantly get scolded by Sara. Right, they were going to the party. He
looks at his wrist watch and sighs. Only five minutes late from the time they
were to leave. "I'm coming in five min. Wait for me." With that he hangs up the
phone and quickly gets ready.
Saffran
lives in a mansion. Not a mansion, it's like a palace. Norman remembers how he
used to come here everyday to spend time with him. He takes Sara's hand and
goes inside. The music
and waves of people giving Norman a headache. Sara already went to cling to
some boy leaving Norman all by himself. He spots most of the Soccer team's boys
grinding their body with random girls. But Saffran was nowhere to be found. He
takes a drink and goes upstairs to get away from the stuffy hall. He was
drinking for a while so he's tipsy. He opens an elite bedroom door and gasps
loudly. Saffran was
all over a girl kissing her non stop. Hearing Norman's gasp both of them looks
at him. Saffran gives him an irritated glare and the girl screams. Norman
quickly closes the door and run towards the terrace. The terrace
was his favourite spot in Saffran's house. He drinks his unfinished alcohol one
go. The summer breeze makes his heart ache. Jealously burns him cruelly. "Is the
princess lonely?" Norman looks at Saffran with bewildered eyes and sneers. "I'm
having my quality time here. And weren't you busy with your one time slut? Why
are you here?" Norman says in hurry. Saffran just chuckles. "You are jealous."
He says lighting a ciggarate. "Jealous my ass!" Norman says with puffy pink
cheeks. Saffran looks at him long then his eyes goes to his lips. "You wanna
be like that girl? Under me." Saffran lowly says which accelerates Norman's
heart. "N-no." He stutters. Saffran tucks a hair behind Norman's ear. "W-what
the fu-" before Norman could finish Saffran's lips were already on his.