The biggest game of the season was coming up, and the entire team was pumped. Sweaty, six foot boys ran to the back of the room and back to the front, repeatedly for warm up. The coach was getting the scale ready to make sure us boys have been keeping healthy, building muscle and keeping fat off. No matter what our percentage in body fat and muscle, coach would never put any of us off the team, rather he's try to help us and give us tips on how to keep everything balanced well.
One person after the other went on the scale and went off looking pretty happy. The coach gave every one of them a pat on the back and a smile. He was always happy with how we did. It was Luke's turn, then mine after him, since we went by alphabetical order. I looked over at my boyfriend and saw him looking more nervous than ever. He bit the inside of his cheek, and kept shaking his leg. He could burn more calories by just shaking that one single leg than I could in a month's time.
I walked towards him, hugging him from the back. He tensed under my touch, I frowned.
"Sorry," he whispered. I kissed his cheek in response. I knew how much making the couch proud means to him, and I especially know how much his weight means to him too. He didn't want to gain a single pound because he didn't want to repeat the teasing in middle school.
"It'll be okay, babe, just breathe," I said lowly so only he could hear. He nodded but I doubt he believed what I just said.
"Hemmings," the couch yelled. I let go of my beautiful, blond boyfriend and watched him as he took a deep breath. Fear was plastered across his face and it didn't take much to realise how scared he was for this moment. "Six foot, two inches and one hundred seventy two pounds. Well done, Hemmings, you've clearly been training well."
Letting a breath out, Luke went from nervous to relieved. He smiled slightly and nodded his head. He got off of the scale and walked towards me, giving me a thumbs up and a massive smile. I winked and walked to the scale, knowing it was me after him.
I stepped on the machine in front of me, trying to shake off the thoughts of being uncomfortable. I had to do this every month to stay on the football team. If I wasn't a specific weight for football, I would get booted. Coach didn't want injuries and the weak are always the ones who get attacked first.
"Six foot," he mumbled. "One hundred seven— wait," he cut himself off. "One sixty eight, Clifford, you've lost weight." His tone was not a pleasant one, but rather one that wanted an explanation as to why I lost weight.
"There must be a mistake, I eat like a cow." I told the truth. No one ate like I do. Calum, Ashton and Luke occasionally get disgusted by the amount I can eat and confused as to how I could eat so much, but they let it slide.
"The scale doesn't lie. You can't be below a hundred seventy to be on the football team, you know that. The football game is in three days, if you don't manage to put two pound on, you know the consequences," he threatened. I nodded my head and sighed.
I stepped of the scale and walked towards Luke.
"How did it go?" He asked, smiling.
I smiled. "It was good." I lied.
"Great! So, I was thinking, we should go out tonight, we could have a lot of fun," he emphasised the "a lot". The blond winked and gave me a devilish smile, then it hit me what he meant by 'a lot of fun'.
"Oh," I stuttered out. I almost said yes at that moment until I replayed what my coach had just said to me. "I can't," I sighed. "I'm going to the gym, tonight. I need to gain more muscle."
"You have to go tonight?" He asked, pouting. I wanted to kiss the pout off his face because he was too beautiful to ever be sad.
"I do. I'll get kicked off the football if I don't put two pounds." I bit the inside of my cheek, not wanting to believe that I would actually get kicked off. But the rulers were not school rules, it was the entire school board's rules; they didn't want to get sued for anything. Luke's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.
"No," he said in disbelief. I nodded. "Okay, well, I'll see you at the gym at five o'clock then. We can reschedule our load of fun when you win your football game," he suggested.
"We have our basketball game the next day," I reminded him.
"Think of it as a post and pre congratulations gift. Congratulations for winning the football game, and an early congratulations because we are going to win this basketball game too. Plus, the way you look out there in the field really turns me on."
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I went on a short hiatus, sorry.
