Chapter 1
...I really have no creativity with titles, so they'll just be numbered.

A loud, piercing whistle echoed across the football field. "Alright, you little girls!" Mr. Burton yelled. "Get outta here and hit the showers,you all probably stink worse than the cafeteria's "fresh meat"!" A trail of spit dangled between his mouth and the whistle in his hand.

The jocks all threw themselves down onto the turf, exhausted from the countless laps the coach had given. Football practice really sucked most of the time.

"Goddamn," groaned Damon, sweat shiny on his black forehead. "I think I'm gonna hurl..."

Kirby was on his back with his eyes closed, trying to refrain from losing his lunch as well. He was breathing hard, and had sweat dripping off of his face. A shower sounded really fucking great right about now.

Another sharp whistle blow -this time nearby- startled nearly everyone.

"Get up, pansies! What did I say?"

After a few mumbles of "Yes, sir...", the football team managed to shuffle their way up to the gym.

Kirby gave a huge sigh of relief as he stepped out of the locker-room shower. He was right – it really did feel great after that abuse.

Towel wrapped around his hips, the small jock made his way towards his locker. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Juri strolling to his own locker, with no towel and in full view of everyone in the change-room. Kirby could tell he didn't give two shits if someone looked at him (not that anyone really would, because then they'd be a fag, right?) Damn Europeans.

Although...Kirby couldn't help but feel his face heat up as he discreetly stared at a certain spot in between Juri's legs. Not really comparing to his own, just oddly...turned on by it.

Wait, What?! Kirby's eyes snapped back to his lock. Those were some fucking dangerous thoughts. If anyone here knew he'd just enjoyed staring at a dick he'd get a punch to the face or something even worse.

He quickly changed into his clothes and sat down on a bench with a sigh. There was still 10 minutes to go before they were formally dismissed from practice. Casey, slapping his signature baseball cap over his blond hair, flopped onto the bench across Kirby. Ted, the star quarterback, joined him with Damon following.

"Man," said Ted, pulling out a water bottle, "Practice sure was a bastard today. I think that's the most laps I've ever run, ever." Damon grunted in agreement.

"Better not say that around Burton, or he'll give us more next time," said Casey. He rubbed his stomach. "I got running cramps, man."

"Sure you're not turning into a chick, Case?" Damon said. He let out a short, deep snicker.

Kirby joined in the playful insults. "Yeah, you getting your period soon?" Ted and Damon laughed.

"Hey, shut up!" Casey punched Kirby on the arm.

"Ow! That hurt, man!" exclaimed Kirby, rubbing the sore spot. "What the hell was that for?"

The two clique leaders laughed again, at his reaction. "C'mon, take it like a man, Kirby!" said Ted. "He barely hit you!"

"Yeah, he barely hit you!" Damon echoed.

"You don't wanna be like that little fairy prep, Gord what's-his-name, do ya?" asked Casey, playful smirk on his face. "That faggot can't take a hit to save his life!"

"Well, except from behind," said Kirby, who's face was burning. The others blinked, slowly processing, then started laughing even harder than before.

"Dude, nice one!" Ted choked out, holding his sides. Kirby joined in the amusement (at poor Gord's unknown expense) as well-and soon heard Mr. Burton's voice yelling "Knock it off, guys! You've been dismissed, now get the hell out of here!"

Kirby wandered around campus, kicking the soccer ball he had with him every few steps. He liked his friends, but...too often the conversation ended up as cruel jokes about other people, especially anyone "on the other side of the fence". Kirby and the others knew that a couple of the "homos" they usually made fun of (namely Gord) were actually bisexual – however, to a jock, that was the same as being straight-up gay. It didn't help that Gord loved shopping and swinging his hips as he walked.

Kirby frowned, staring at the soccer ball wedged under his foot. He didn't fit the stereotype, so he couldn't be gay, right? The truth was, Kirby shamefully thought, that he never had much interest in girls (besides checking out their shoes, of course). Well, maybe he hadn't met the right one.

"Ugh..." Kirby rubbed his face. He had to stop thinking too much, it made his head hurt. He shook his head and swooped downward to grab his soccer ball, taking a few steps forward.

"Oof!" Kirby had smacked into someone with their back turned. The taller boy turned around, glaring at Kirby with a scowl on his face.

"Why don't you watch where you're going, dillweed?"

Ohohoho. Kind of a cliffhanger-ish ending. Anyways, next chapter will be from Trent's perspective.
The story's going to move a little slow, but I'm hoping that'll "flesh it out" more. Hoping.

So...chapter one! What do you think?