All of my afternoon classes are luckily with Matthew. English was extremely boring. So, gym was going to be a breath of fresh air.
I get to see him change.
Unfortunately, I think he's starting to get used to me constantly hitting on him.
I better kick it up a notch so that he doesn't build up a resistance.
As I walk down the hallway to gym class, I notice Matt walking too.
I walk up behind him. I was going to walk beside him but I liked watching him from behind way too much.
"You grab it, you're dead." Matt says, as if reading my mind. Now that he knows I'm here, I make sure to walk up beside him.
"Hello to you too sexy." I wink.
"Can you just, I don't know, fuck off?" Matt growls.
"Why are you playing so hard to get? I know you want me."
"No, I don't want you. You're cocky and shallow and the fact you that you walk around our room in just your boxers doesn't help your case. You're a fucking tool. I want someone who isn't a jock, is respectful and considerate of my feelings and doesn't go out of their way to make me uncomfortable with my body." Matt says while rubbing his elbow.
"I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable, I'm trying to make it evident that your body is sexy and it needs to be next to mine in bed tonight." I protest.
"The point is; you make me feel like a whore." He says.
"I wish you were a whore. You're the exact opposite of a whore to be honest." I tell him.
"Really. You have morals and shit." I mumble.
"You should try it out. It'll get you very far in life." Matt scoffs.
We enter the boys locker room. I walk to the back where I usually put my stuff.
I open my new gym locker before stripping off my regular clothes to change into my gym clothes. I throw my regular clothes into my locker and close it. I walk over to Matt who was wearing some tight blue boxers. He was bending over pulling his skinny jeans off his legs.
"You're killing me, babe." I laugh, smacking his ass as I walk by.
I walk out into the gym where the gym teacher was telling everyone to stretch.
I reach to the side for a minute and then to the other side. I bring my leg up behind me and hold my ankle, hearing a satisfying crack.
Matt stalks out of the change room in basketball shorts and a white t-shirt.
Holy shit, he's so hot.
Matt started doing lunges which made his ass stick out wonderfully. As a result of this: I lose my balance and fall on my face.
I groan and climb back to my feet, only to be greeted with the sight of Matt leaning forward holding his foot in the splits.
I wonder how he learned to do all that and if he can do it on my dick or not.
"Where'd you learn how to do that?" I say.
"I picked it up." Matt says.
"Doesn't that hurt?" I ask.
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The Squad EffectFanfiction
Book One in the Affect Series Hillsdale high has two kinds of people. Greasers and Jocks. The Greasers are hipster-like and aren't very well known. They protect their own. The Greasers have been known to despise the Jocks every year and vice-versa...