CALEB'S POV
I sat on the bleachers with my two friends, Amber
and Oscar, the same two friends who made up our
dog rescue organization.
The basketball game going on was loud and annoying, I couldn't wait till it was over so I could get this over with already.
"Caleb, stop being all nervous your not THAT gay." She chided rolling her eyes at me. Curse that women and her amazing observational skills.
"Don't bet your life on it Ambi." Oscar seemingly couldn't help but join in on the roast session. I rolled my eyes.
"Ok yes he is objectively attractive, but that doesn't mean I'm scared to go talk to him." I lied, I was terrified. I did not feel like embarrassing myself while I had so much on my plate, plus I didn't like to be tied down with feelings.
But alas I had to go talk with him, mostly because my friends thought it would be funny if they all unanimously agreed to make me do it.
And someone had too, we really needed help with Lady, and Lord knows none of us are athletic enough to keep up with her.
She needed someone with a physical fire in their gut, someone who could run, someone who wasn't an amputee like Oscar, riddled with fibromyalgia like Amber, or a raging nicotine addict with asthma like me.
I heard the buzzer go off signaling the end of the game, both teams lined up opposite each-other and did that weird high-five in a line thing before disappearing into the changing rooms for their very manly pep talk about sports or something.
If Amber was correct (rule number 1. Amber is always correct) then this mystery man didn't have any family coming to greet him after the game.
He also knew I was looking for him.
We were to meet by the water fountains in the halls leading to the changing rooms to discuss things.
Why Amber couldn't just give me his number? My best guess was because this was more fun for her. However her response when I asked this previously was where's your sense of class, dork?
Behind the door leading into the hallway stood Amber and Oscar peering in through the door's window ready to gawk at my failure.
I groaned, it really would have helped if Amber had given me more information about this guy.
All I knew was that she met him in detention and he supposedly was open to helping us with one of our problem dogs.
She didn't tell me his name, age, sexuality, or anything. All I got to recognize him by prior to seeing him in the game were photos Amber took in biology class.
And of course I was drunk when she showed me the pictures so I stupidly gushed about how hot he was, and boom.
Now Oscar and Amber were making me talk to him alone because they thought it was funny.
Suddenly the door at the opposite end of the hallway from Amber and Oscar swung open, a slender yet muscular figure waltzing in with intoxicating confidence, his obsidian black hair shining under the school's flickering fluorescent lights.
I gulped, this was going to be even harder than I thought. He halted about a foot or two away from me. Too close for my comfort.
But I didn't want to step back, I didn't like stepping down from challenges, even ones I knew I'd lose, even ones I wanted to lose.
He was tall as shit, at least six foot five and definitely had more than fifty pounds on me.
He was wearing a white wife beater tank top and the same shorts from his basketball jersey.
He looked at me and smirked his dark umber eyes staring into my soul.
This was when I realized I was gawking.
Yes Amber I am THAT gay.
I cleared my throat loudly and puffed my chest out a bit before speaking.
"So your the guy who wants to help with our rescue program?"
He crossed his arms, making sure to look down at me as he listened.
"My names Pierce what about you?" He held out his hand flirtatiously as he said this.
I nearly died right then and there, I knew he was hot, however I was not expecting HIM to FLIRT with me. Whether it was a joke or not it was seriously messing with my head.
"Um, I, uh, that doesn't matter!" I stammered. There was a moment of silence. Maybe I shouldn't have been so rude?
He chuckled at me. His laugh was husky and deep just like his voice, which made me boil over with rage.
Nah, I needed to up my rudeness by ten fold if I wanted to make myself feel better.
"Well I can't very well work with you if I don't know your name now can I?"
I felt the way my eyes locked on him shift from a glare to a deer in headlights look and the worst part was I had no say in it!
I flipped my bleach blonde hair out of my eyes before responding.
"My name is Caleb." I mumbled. I watched his eyes flick back and forth between his outstretched hand and me. I sighed, loudly enough for him to hear.
It wasn't a real sigh. What I wanted to do was scream, and I don't mean yell, I mean shriek like a wounded cockatoo.
But I wanted him to think I was indifferent to him, apathetic even, not attracted to him in the slightest.
That way maybe I could pretend this too, and maybe one day it would become reality. But that would be too easy wouldn't it?