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We Sit At the Same Lunch Table (BoyxBoy)


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Chapter 3            *Hunter’s POV*


“What are you staring at?” Mitch asks me, breaking me out of my thoughts.


My face went instantly red at being caught staring at Cameron. To make things worse, my thoughts weren’t the most innocent. I can’t believe this.


“Nothing.” I tell him.


He grins. “Sure.” He says dragging the word out.


I scowl at him. “Just drop it.” I say, wiping the car in front of me with a sponge.


I don’t know what was wrong with me. I must be deprived of sex. Yeah, that’s it. I'm horny. That was the only thing my brain could come up with, though. I didn’t need these thoughts in my head. I don’t have a problem with gays, but it’s not like I wanted those thoughts.


Oh I saw how he bent over the car, and to be honest, I was a little turned on. I couldn’t help it. I'm horny, that’s why I'm thinking about it.


Freddie came up to us, grinning. “That little guy, Sam, over there is so fine.” he tells us, dropping some sponges into the box next to us.


I look over and see a short guy scowling at his friends. I whistle. “You could eat him for breakfast.” I exaggerated.


He rolls his eyes. “And get this, I saw him grinding on that Cameron guy the other night. So he must be gay!” he says, excitedly might I add.


Paul laughs, walking up. “Yeah, and then he got some from Melinda. Sorry, I think he’s straight.” He says to Freddie.


Freddie’s smile drops for a second before coming back. “Maybe he’s bi!” he says.


Paul shakes his head. “He only does so fan girls will get with him. You’ve seen how short he is, he won’t get as many girls as us big guys. No offense to his height.” He says.


Freddie scowled. “Oh shut up.” He grumbled before walking away.


We laugh at him as he scowls at the car as he washes it. Poor Freddie.




“Good game!” some freshman girl yells at me as I walk to my last class of the day.


I roll my eyes, but thank her. Sunday was uneventful with everyone congratulating me. Same with today. I was getting tired of it, but still liked that people were acknowledging our win. I sit down in class and got my book out. The teacher walked in and stopped the few people that were walking my way, probably going to congratulate me. I silently thanked the teacher for that.


That class went by fairly quickly and I made my way towards the locker room. Mitch caught up to me and we walked together.


“I'm glad it’s the end of the day. I didn’t need another teacher to get on my ass about failing their past test. It’s not my fault our game was away the week! It’s their fault for having a test the next day!” he says after a minute.


I roll my eyes, but laugh. “You don’t have a say in when they have a test.” I inform him and he huffs.


“Whatever.” He grumbles.


I laugh and we walk into the locker room. Most of the guys were already changed and putting on their shoes, but there were a few guys playing around. I quickly stopped them and we all got dressed and went to the field.




“How was practice, honey?” my mom asks me at dinner.


I smile. “It was good.” I say and eat a piece of steak.


My dad nods. “That’s good. Just make sure you work hard this week.” He advises, smiling.


I nod and look towards my little brother, Luke. “How about your practice, Luke?” I ask him. He was a sixteen, while I was seventeen, and a junior in high school.


He grins. “Basketball was great! Coach says I might get playing time if I keep playing hard.” He tells us.

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