Quarterback

My alarm went off, as loud as ever. I jumped out of my bed, blinded by the early morning light that shined through my bedroom window; I quickly pulled the covers back over my eyes. After a couple of seconds, I slowly slid my comforter off of my face so that I could adjust to the hellacious light. I reached for my alarm to throw it. I finally reached it and turned it off. “Oh how I miss summer,” I moaned as I got up in the bed. I threw the covers completely off of me, to be shocked by my freezing cold room against my bare body. I mean you think I would have learned by now, since I have slept naked for the past few years of my life. I ran to cut my air off and get dressed. After that, I looked at the clock and realize that I’m running late. I then said, “Great.” as I ran to the house door and to my car. I arrived to the school, as predicted, late. I then went to the office to get a tardy slip; when I got there though there was another student there. It was the football team’s Quarterback. I thought nothing of him at that time really because I needed to get to homeroom so I could get my class schedule. After I arrived to homeroom, I gave the teacher my tardy slip. Then the teacher said to me, before I turned away for my desk, that the schools computer system had messed up while creating my schedule. In which I then thought in my head, “Oh wonderful!” After that I took a long deep breathe before I replied so that I seemed calm. I then forwardly asked the teacher, “So what do I need to do for class today?” The teacher then said to me, “Well I have a note saying that you are supposed to head down to the field house where the weight training class is for today, and help out Coach.” I replied, “Ok. Can do.” The first period bell rang as we finished the conversation. That completely sucked because I wanted to chat with my friends before going to the field house, aka “Hell.” I then sluggishly dragged my feet down the concrete steps that lead to the field house. I had stopped briefly to gaze at the sunrise a little bit, but I was rudely interrupted by all of the jocks in the football team stampeding down the steps. They nearly pushed me all the way down the hill. Their dumb asses had made me fall on grass and skin my knee up bad. I had then turned to look at them all to scream at them, but when I turned I saw the quarterback looking at me. It felt peculiar though. I don’t really know why, but maybe because he was the only one not calling me a fag and laughing at the fact that I had fallen. Before he had turned back to keep pace with the others he looked back at me and gave a little halve grin. I limped into the field house while holding my knee so that it would stop bleeding. As I walked in the Coach saw me. He said, “Boy, are you alright?” I looked toward the jocks and I replied, “Yeah I’ll live.” He then said, “Good because I have some work for you to do to keep you preoccupied.” I then mumbled, “Grandtabulous,” under my breathe. After that Coach told me to get cleaned up first then come into his office for the list of things I need to have done by the end of the day. I headed to the locker room so that I could wash off the blood and dirt. When I walked in, I had immediately felt the awkwardness in the room. I wasn’t able to help but laugh as the jocks changed for class. Some of them obviously were pussies because they had put there change of clothes under their school clothes so that they didn’t have to let everyone see their “No no square.” As I thought that though, I couldn’t help but laugh again. Can anyone say tiny man, enormous ego? =P Well anyways. I didn’t stay faced toward them long because I didn’t have a death wish. When I finally got the bleeding to stop, I went into Coach’s office and got the mile long list. I hadn’t even thought Coach could write much less have that many things that needed to be done in one day, but I didn’t argue. It really wasn’t that many things but I took a long time to do each of the things so I wouldn’t be bored. I cleaned the outside of the field house first. I had to go all around the field house and pick up trash and anything else that was thrown around. I nearly gagged when I saw a used condom that had been on the ground for what looked for months. I definitely did not pick that nasty shit up! O.o Eww! I ended up with like six bags of garbage. After that nastiness, walked into the field house to ask what Coach wanted me to do with all of the garbage, and he told me to put it in the big dumpster outside the field house back doors. Well by then the weight training class had started running around the field house and the practice field. I thought, “These fuckers better not mess with me anymore. I swear to Gerd (ghetto version of the word God).” =) Well inevitably that trash got the better of me because the damn things weighed more than three times my body weight. While I was lifting one into the dumpster the jocks ran by and one of the god damn ass holes pulled at it and ripped it wide open and nasty juices got all over my arm. From the end of the line of jocks the Quarterback stopped as the rest kept going. He said to me, “Here you go,” as he grabbed the bag and threw it into the dumpster. I tried to tell him don’t worry about it and that I got it but he was persistent. He took the bag right out of my hands and just threw it in. I said thanks, but he just nodded and looked at the other side of the field house to make sure nobody saw him help me. I expected to at least be acknowledged for saying thanks, but before I knew it he had already left. Although I was thankful and shocked by his kindness I wasn’t able to help myself from looking at his body. He is taller than me, brown hair, blue eyes, and I even got to see a little of his muscle outlined under his wife beater, and when he lifted the trash into the dumpster his shirt lifted just enough to were I could see that he had a very very sexy happy trail and the V line-shaped lower abs. That turned me on more than anything in the world!!! By the time the memories flashed through my head my chest had began to throb and I felt as if it was going to have a heart attack at any moment. Plus, I had also noticed that I was getting a little too happy so I had to focus back on my trash so my happiness wouldn’t be shown to everyone else.