Teenage Kicks (Brallon) Chapter One

Dallon's P.O.V

I'm walking down the corridor on my way to gym. Not my subject but I can run pretty fast so I'm not usually in trouble. I accidentally bumped into a girl a few minutes ago who I knew from history, she was cute and she smiled at me, maybe she's interested? Not sure if I am but a lay's a lay, right? I do very well for myself as far as girls go, never had a serious girlfriend but the whole brooding, sexy bass player works for them. As far as friends go I'm only close to a few people, particularly musicians who I can relate to however I get on with most people. Most guys respect me, presumably because of the female attention and most girls fancy me, I'm just not that interested in making friends with people for the sake of having friends.

I arrive a couple of minutes late, deliberately to miss the coach's pre-lesson speech and head into the locker room. I see Spencer and walk over to sit next to him. I start pulling of my shoes and socks and ask "Coach say anything out of the ordinary?"

"Oh hey stranger," he replied with a smirk, "and no of course not, god forbid something so interesting would happen." He turned around to pull his shirt off and throw it in a locker, I watched his back stretch as he lifted his arms then turned away to throw my shoes in my own locker. Occasionally had to remind myself to stay focused in changing rooms. He turned back and started talking about band rehearsals, he was an excellent drummer and we played together sometimes, I could play lead guitar too and sing a bit so it worked well. We really needed another guy to play guitar or bass, and maybe sing a bit too.

I looked up from tying my trainers and saw over Spencer's shoulder a slightly shorter, shirtless guy bending over to tie his shoes, my eyes lingered maybe a little too long on his ass before he straightened up and turned around, he saw me looking and instead of getting uncomfortable he just grinned in a cheeky, cocky, slightly smug, like-what-you-see? sort of way. I blushed a little but grinned as I looked back down at my shoe. I looked up and saw Spencer smiling at me, "Dude have you heard anything at all in the last fifty seconds?"

"Uh, no, I guess haven't. Sorry, what?" Spencer just shook his head and moved away to join some others heading to the track. I closed my locker and followed him out. We were some of the first few out which was a little surprising but started warming up, Spencer was a bit keen on sports. "Is there a new kid here?" I asked him, "No, I don't think so, why?"

"I just saw a guy in the locker room and he didn't look familiar."

"Well you know, new timetable and so on, maybe you just haven't seen him around before."

Then, to my surprise, the guy walked over and put his arm around Spencer, "Hey Spencer, how's it going?" he said nodding at me. "Pretty good, this is Dallon," he said. "I'm Brendon," the guy said. He had a medium-low, confident, sexy voice. I bet the girls like him. "Good to meet you," he shook my hand; I felt some calluses on his fingers and wondered if he played guitar, "I'm Dallon". "Unusual name," he said, "how do you know Spencer?"

Spencer decided to answer, "We met when we started high school, we play together sometimes, and he's a bass/guitar/keyboard player. He sings too." he added.

"Wow, multitalented!" Brendon had not broken eye contact with me the whole time. "I guess so, what about you? Music, sport, something else?" I asked, smiling a little.

"Yes, I play guitar and sing, and a bit of piano, to, I even used to play trumpet actually." It was my turn to exclaim, "Damn where'd you have the time for school work?" I joked. Brendon laughed, I liked his laugh. "Screw that, I'll just be a rock star!" he winked when he said it, to let me know he was joking. "Why don't you join us/" I said, usually I don't blurt stuff out like that but for some reason I actually liked Brendon and felt like making an effort here. "Yeah, come along and rehearse with us!" Spencer said, thank God, I didn't want to seem to be too keen after all. "Sure I'd love to, text me about it", he said to Spencer who nodded as the coach blew his whistle.

Back inside everyone was in the showers; most people just rinse their hair and faces and move on. I did and so I was back in the changing rooms. Suddenly I turned around and saw Brendon, with a towel around his waist, hair dripping and his body slightly damp. His cheeks were flushed and s he ran his hands through his hair his biceps tensed up a little, and I noticed his abs. As he stretched up his towel slipped own an inch or so, something I should definitely not have been paying attention too. For a moment I was speechless. "Hey there" he said, leaning against the lockers and bending his knee up so his foot rested on the locker behind him. This movement pulled his towel apart a little. Something else I shouldn't have noticed. My face felt hot and he smiled seductively at me, clearly noticing me noticing. "Are you doing this deliberately?" I asked him. He laughed and bent over away from me, looking at me from behind his legs he replied innocently, "I don't know what you're talking about!" I smiled at him because it was obvious he knew that I knew that he knew etc, and he was hot and this was fun. "Oh okay then, well I'm dressed now so I guess I'll just see you around..."

"Wait," he said as I turned to go, he handed me a bit of paper with a number on it, "text me about rehearsals."

"Okay rock star," I smiled as I walked out, I really did like Brendon.