Part 2

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You know, people make high school seem like it's a huge part of your life. Really it's not though. Honestly I mean, you go to school with the Same shitty people you did every other year. The only thing different is that people change. For example, Amanda. We used to do everything  together, she was truly my best friend. It sucks seeing her and Jordan flirt in class, them being all kissy kissy on each other. I just wish I could be her, I wanna kiss his lips and run my fingers through his long and luscious hair. Why can't I just be able to take it all-

RING RING!

I focus back to reality once I see everyone rush out the class. Man I really need to stop that. Now time for the worst part of the day, P.E. It's not that I dislike actually doing  the stuff, I just can't stand being in the locker room. Seeing all those hot guys change, smelling their cologne, BEING NEXT TO THEM! It's a struggle not to stare. I walk in and make sure to keep my eyes on the floor as I make my way to my locker. I'm all the way in the back, so no one can see me and no one is near me. As I'm opening up my locker I smell a very familiar scent, Jordan. I turn around to see Jordan James SHIRTLESS standing right behind me. 

"Oh, hey. What are you doing here?" I'm surprised I got that out without stuttering like an idiot. "Hey your Ethan right? I got in a fight with Nelson the other day so coach Spencer moved me back here." God his eyes are gorgeous. "Oh uh...cool i guess." It's is not cool! I can't be back here with Jordan. Wait, did he just call me Ethan? "Did you just, call me Ethan?" Oh god there goes his pants. Dear gay Jesus please help me. "Yea. That's your name isn't it?" "Well yea it is but, I would expect you to call me one of those stupid names." He lets out a soft chuckle and puts on his shirt. 

"Why because I'm a dude?" "Your not just a dude Jordan. C'mon your captain of the football team. So yea, I would think you'd make fun of me." Before he walks out the room he stops and gives me a charming smile. "Look man, I feel for you. But just because I called you by your name that doesn't mean we're cool." As he turns around and walks away I swear he winks at me. 

Did Jordan just wink at me? Wait a damn minute, what? 

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