*Jaime’s POV*

“GO MOUNTAIN VIEW!” Caesar screamed, throwing her fists in the air. We were sitting on the benches, way at the top of the sidelines.

I saw from a distance that Vic and Mike were both on the soccer team. Double the trouble. Great.

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We won the game! Obviously, Vic made the winning shot. A super kick to the net! That’s pretty impressive.

Everyone on the field stood around the coach, listening to him talk. Me and Caesar waited on the risers as the team ran into the locker room.

“I gotta pee,” I said, prancing my way to the boys locker room. There was no close enough bathroom to go in bedsides the boys locker room.

I walked my way in, searching for a toilet. I’ve never been in here yet and this locker room was a total maze for me. Too many twists and turns to find a damn urinal or toilet!

I took a wiz and unlocked the door. I washed my hands and started for the door. As I started strolling past mirrors and dirty clothes, I stumbled upon a strong, bronzed back that looked absolutely smooth. His long hair flowed from side to side as he slipped out of his stenchy shirt. I bit my lip as I saw him stretch his arms towards the ceiling. He rotated his body and saw me staring at him with wide eyes. I didn’t realize it until he said my name.

“What are you looking at, creep?” he said, flashing me a rude look.

“N-Nothing,” I stuttered, almost wanting to shit my pants.

“Listen, Jaime, I know you’re gay and all, but you need to keep your “gaydar” on down low. It’s creepy to be staring at guys in the locker room.”

I felt my cheeks start to burn up against my face as they turned bright red. I slowly looked away from him and covered my face as I walked out.

“Hey, Jaime! Wait up!” Vic called out to me, coming around the corner to stop me in my tracks. “I’m-”

“Leave me alone, Vic. If you’re going to insult me, then-”

He cut me off. He came closer to me, sending my back up against the cold wall. My eyes swam to his face, to his chest, and back to his face again. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

“I wasn’t going to. I was gonna say that I’m sorry. You’re a cool guy and everyone likes you.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed to myself. “Bullshit, Fuentes.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he chuckled, putting his hand on my shoulder.

“What do you want, Vic? I know you’re fucking around with me and it’s not funny.” He was all smiles when I said that. He really was trying to push my buttons.

“Oh please! The only reason why you wanted to join the soccer team was because I was on it.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I didn’t even know you were on it until you told me! Did you forget that I went to grab a form from the guidance office before you said anything in 4th hour?!”

“Well, even if you didn’t sign up for me, I know that you have a crush on me.”

“W-What? I don’t have a crush on you!”

“Oh come on, Preciado! I see the way you look at me. I just saw you veiling yourself behind the wall, being observant of me undressing. The way you were…staring at my irresistible body.” He came closer to me.

“Stop,” I whispered. He licked his lips. His warm body was pressed against mine. Why is he doing this to me? This is fucking torture.

“It doesn’t feel good knowing you can’t touch me, does it?” Vic teased.

“Get away from me,” I muttered again. He face was angled with mine. “I said get away from me, Vic.”

He whispered in my ear, barely breathing out, “I like doing this to you, Jaime. It makes me feel in complete power over you. You’re helpless.” He was gazing in my eyes. He slithered his hand up my chest and over to my face.

“W-What are you d-doing?” I stuttered. He circled his hand around my neck and waist. He pulled my body closer to his. He tangled his hand in my hair, slightly tugging on it. He pressed his body harder onto mine. Vic’s eyes were sparkling. Our noses were barely touching and I could feel his breath on my face.

“You wanna kiss me, don’t you?” Vic said, grinning at me. I smiled widely.

“Hey, you’re the one holding me against the wall. If you wanna capitalize on that opportunity…” I totally just turned this situation around. I get a point. He was fucking with my emotions but I got him right in the face.

“Fuck you, Jaime.” Vic shoved me against the wall. He turned around as I fluffed out my shirt. “You didn’t ACTUALLY think I was going to kiss you, did you?”

Oh. Happy moment gone. A point gained is a point lost. “I’m thinking…you’re secretly gay. Maybe…you’re just trying to figure yourself out.”

“E-Excuse me?!” Vic squinted at me. “I’m straight, no doubt about it! I’ve fucked more girls than you have ever looked at people in your entire life and you think I’M gay?!”

“You weren’t exactly pushing me away. And you’re the one who had me against the wall, not the other way around.” He jolted my way and gripped me by the shirt. He held me up about a couple inches from the ground. Damn, he’s strong.

“Listen to me……….YOU LITTLE FUCKING SHIT!” Vic screamed. “I want to physically kill you! I want, no, I NEED to take a machete and stick it straight up YOUR FUCKING-”

“Fuentes! I need to see you in my office,” Coach Fraser demanded, giving him a dirty look. “And if I hear you say that one more time, I’m taking you off the field for a week. Now put him down, get dressed, and meet me here….. leave the newbie alone.” And with that, Coach Fraser snuck his way back into his mini office in the boys locker room. Vic tugged me down and punched me in the eye. That’s going to leave a huge mark by the end of today.

“What are you still standing there for?! Get lost, faggot!” Vic screamed at me. I held my eye and raced out of the locker room.

Ok, I know for a fact that he didn’t almost kiss me for no reason. He even fucking asked if I wanted to kiss him! That proves that he has the hots for me! He must like me. But I could be wrong. I’m getting way too ahead of myself. He told me he wasn’t gay. Maybe I was actually right for once. Maybe, he really is just trying to figure himself out. What straight boy presses his body against another boy and claims he’s straight? That’s a load of bullshit!

If he’s searching for his sexuality, I want to be the one to help him. Besides, I wouldn’t mind getting down and dirty with Vic Fuentes; the hottie that all the girls wish to have. He was sexy and he was right about his body being irresistible. I couldn’t look away for a second…until he punched me square in the eye. It still hurts.

This is only the beginning.

We still have a project to work on for the rest of the year so there was no backing out of this. He has to work with me, no questions asked. I don’t care if he’s sick. I will hustle over to his house and drag him out of bed just to work on this project.

And I still want to figure him out. I want him to figure himself out. I want to help him truly connect with his inner feelings. Is he gay? Or was he really just faking it and making me believe that he does? I feel like he does like me but he’s too scared to admit the truth. Too scared that his family and friends will find out and make fun of him for it. If he is trying to find his true self, I can only pray for a miracle.

Victor Vincent Fuentes, this isn’t over. I’m coming for you. You’re my next target. So get ready for the one and only Jaime Alberto Preciado! Because he's gonna fuck with your emotions this time. He's gonna see if what you say is true. Operation HIME TIME is in progress!

Notes

*Austin Carlile reference;) (the whole gaydar thing: the tweet he made about alan ashby?? yeah nvm i tried)

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