The Gay Nerd Who Stole His Heart

Chapter 2 - "We're not going"

P.E class.

It was always too dreadful for Kylan. Although, he was not exactly an average homosexual. He hated anything having to do with girls, such as dresses and makeup. He was not girly whatsoever, and was usually one of the best in gym class. He had the highest record for triple jump in track, and also was an excellent soccer player, in which he received multiple offers and accepted one to play in a university already. He was not toned, but he was lean and in shape, except his huge glasses that he oftentimes poked upwards on the bridge of his nose did not make him appear to be. Most people did not even know he was gay, and some girls sometimes approached him, which he remained honest about his sexuality.

However, many people saw him as means to tease, and push around a bit, which he was not exactly bothered by, much more used to it. Most of the time Ella appeared from out of nowhere and chased them away, then scowled him for allowing him to do that. However, if Kylan wanted to, he could be able to defend himself.

As he entered the locker room, he reached a locker and pulled it open, shoving his things inside and grabbing his sport attire from his duffel bag. While he pulled his shirt over his head, his entire body ran paralyzed when he heard the familiar, one that he could recognize spot on from Mike's away in a throng of people.

Jonah entered the locker room with a few of his friends, and slapped some lockers to make some noise. Kylan was resisting the urge to glance backwards, but his desires got the best of him, and he found Jonah at the row of lockers diagonal from him. Jonah was chuckling with his friends and Kylan's cheeks thickened with red when he was able to see Jonah pull his shirt over his head. He had toned abs, pecs that move by the simple raising of his hand, and his built muscles were insanely attracting that Kylan had to turn away before his mouth watered too much.

However, someone had noticed the manner he was eyeing Jonah, and it was Bradley, a jock that had been standing beside him. Bradley whistled and said, "Why the fuck are you staring at him like that? Are you gay or something?"

Kylan slipped his shorts on quickly, and attempted to ignore that comment when Bradley aggressively wrapped an arm over his shoulders and pulled him backwards. Bradley was bigger than him, taller than him, and had such a menacing regard that he was one of the only people Kylan was truly afraid of, not as fearing as Ella though. They turned to face Jonah, and Bradley screamed, "Jonah!"

"What Brad?" Jonah replied smiling, shutting the locker he was using and glancing in their direction. He had not even noticed Kylan under Bradley's arm, with trembling fingers as he searched for opportunities to flee. However, it was too late, and he gulped, glancing repeatedly towards Jonah who placed his palms on his waist.

Bradley laughed, "This kid was fucking goggling at you. I think he's gay or something."

Jonah glanced downwards to Kylan for a short second before returning his gaze to Bradley with a shrug, "We're going to be late."

"But wait Jonah—"

"I thought you had something important to tell me," he said marching away and waving a hand towards another of his friends. When he realized Bradley had not followed him, he turned around and said, "You coming or not?"

Bradley, a bit embarrassed, pushed Kylan away from him and scoffed at him before following Jonah outside of the locker room. When they exited, a long exhaled from a quivering Kylan, as he bent forward, his hands planted on his knees as he panted. He had been holding in his breath; he needed to be a bit more careful this year. The hall were roaming with fifth years, but the classrooms were as well. Additionally, he had grown a bit more, meaning he was a bit more noticeable than before.

The gym was packed with seniors and fifth years. The class was separated into two, and some went outside while others stayed within. He was one of the people that stayed inside, and he certainly searched the crowd to find Jonah, who was also told to stay inside. Inside, they had to conduct body measurements, and agility tests, but when that was over with, they played a game of dodgeball. He was unfortunately not on Jonah's team, and on top of that, he was not very good at dodgeball. He was hit when he was reaching for the ball, and as he stood out, he observed the manner Jonah wiped the ball across the room and laughed, pointing a finger towards his friend. All his muscles moving were admiring, and he needed to turn away, since he knew Jonah would eventually meet his gaze if he continued staring.