Race Me, Cupid [COMPLETE]

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'Angel,

Thank you for letting me write to you. If there's anything you should know is that I'm very patient. But today I feel I'm reaching a breaking point with seeing all the decorations, the Valentine's sales in the main lounge, couples walking together, it makes me think: I want you to know me already. I picture how it would play out. Sometimes, I can't wait to see you. Waiting is too long, even if it could be just a few days away. But most of the time, I dread it even in my imagination. Have you thought about how that would go?

I fear what you'll think when you know it's me but I need to know. Do I stand a chance?

You asked for clues so here's your first one: I'm not a girl.

Could you be with me knowing this?'

          Locker number twenty three had been on the other side of campus. The inside had been completely empty. Nothing to give hint at what kind of person this could be. Not that he was going to rummage through their stuff, but if there was a textbook, a school ID, some homework with their name on it, something, it would've been nice.

         He couldn't loiter by his own locker or make more visits either, both out of time's sake and in case he came across the admirer while they were delivering their letter. He wasn't ready to know. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know at all. How would he turn him down if it came to it? What if he led him on by writing back? Whoever was writing these definitely had an audacity he didn't. What if this guy wasn't out either? Who could be bold enough to write how they felt and give it to someone else? He didn't think anyone did love letters these days anyway.

         Today, Angel had to help the student government body for the charity race. Since he didn't take showers in the locker room, but in his dorm, he had to hurry and throw on the closest clothing items. Practice, a trip to his locker, back to his room, and then a shower...he was coming up thirty minutes late. He settled for a drop armhole tank and running shorts.

          Angel bolted to the football field. There were hearts, paper flowers, signs and streamers on the way. The actual race wasn't going to stay within the track oval but begin there, move along the University's city grounds and then end where they started. Hence, a need for lots of decorations.

          "Yo, sorry, I had something to do real quick. What can I help with?" He panted, wiping the drops of water that crept down his neck from the wetness of his hair.

         "Uh-oh. Hold on" Venus gestured to Carson who was standing with Jeremiah over a painted banner. They were arguing. Both too absorbed in their conversation to notice until they entered their peripheral vision.

         Carson dropped the argument, mood entirely changed, and smiled at seeing Angel, "Oh, you're here. My day is infinitely better"

         Angel returned the expression, coyly, "H-hey, Carson" He met eyes with Jeremiah who observed the odd atmosphere between the two of them. "Sup, Jeremiah"

         "What're y'all fighting about this time?" She crossed her arms like a fed-up mother.

         "We don't have a ladder to put up the banner at the entrance. The janitor isn't here. He could sit on my shoulders, stand even, and we could put it up" Jeremiah explained shaking his head like it was was too simple of a task.

          She rolled her eyes, tired, "Then why not do that? Carson quit being a pussy and stand on Jeremiah, please"

          "I'm not scared to do it, what I'm saying is, he can stand on my shoulders. I don't trust him not to drop me"