*Nick's P.O.V*
I heard it before I saw it. The asshat was yelling what he always yelled."Die faggot! No you likes you! Kill yourself!"I was fuming before I arrived on the scene. The asshat, James, had the tall, fragile blonde pushed up against the cold, metal lockers. Without another thought, I pushed him off and he fell to the floor.
"What the hell, Duval!?" James looked up at with me. His confusion turning to anger. He struggled to stand but I pushed him back down with my foot. He began to cough but I didn't care.
"What the hell is your problem!? Picking on people who've never done anything to you!" I spat at him, putting pressure on my foot. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the bleach blonde bend down and grab something. It was his glasses. They were broken. James had broken Jeff's glasses.
"He told me to fuck off!" James said, out of breath. He had already given up.
"Probably because you told him to die! Now get up and get to practice!" I removed
my foot and kicked him. He stood, his eyes ever leaving mine. My teammate uttered something under his breath as he left to football practice.
"Are you okay?" I asked after a moment of silence.
"Uh, yes," he said, shyly, his gaze barely meeting mine. "Thank-thank you."
"Yeah, yeah. No problem. James is an ass."
Another moment of silence. Jeff was fiddling with something and I remembered.
"Let me see," I reached gently for the broken glasses. Jeff slid it into my hand. The tips of his fingers gently touching my wrist, I couldn't help the shiver that went down my spine.
It only took me half a second to push the lenses back in. Sliding them on to my face, I asked, "Think I look good with glasses?"
Jeff chuckled, half-heatedly.
"Oh, come on. Don't listen to that asshat."
"Hah, asshat?" He giggled. It was adorable. God, he was beautiful. With his bleach blonde hair, cut just above his hazel eyes. His lips were so….
Shut up, Nick! I thought to myself. You do not have the hots for a guy.
"Yeah. It's kind of the nickname I gave him."
Jeff giggled again, "Thanks, uh, Nick. Again. I'll see you around."
He turned to leave but stopped. "My, uh, glasses."
"Oh!" I ripped them off my face quickly handing them back to him.
He left me to myself.
I slowly made my way to through the empty halls to the football field.
***
(After football practice)
I pushed my brown sweat mop of hair out of my eyes and got into my car. The one chance I had to ask Jeff to hang out or help me with any school work, I blown it. I could've hung out with and figured out what my 'crush' on him meant. Maybe I just admired him. Yeah, that has to be it.
I admire his fantastic grades. His fantastic hair. His fantastic smile. His fantastic body…. Oh, god.
I wouldn't even know him if it wasn't for Trent. Trent was Jeff's best friend and my lab partner. He was always talking and talking. I've heard so much gossip listening to him for one whole period, than I could've learned by watching the news. For some reason, I can only remember what he told me about Jeff. How Jeff used to live in Colorado with is mom and little sister. How they moved because his mom wanted a new beginning. How Jeff loves to sing and dance. How he's the best drawer Trent had ever seen.
I still don't understand my obsession with the blonde.
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(The next day)
Jeff sits five seats up and one seat right from me in English. He sits one seat up and two right from me in math. The only two classes I have with him, also lunch but his table is across the cafeteria.
"Now, class," began, "I hope more than just Mr. Sterling read the book." He looked around of hopefully. Of course, Jeff read the giant book. He was an adorable nerd. I need to stop.
"Well, I guess there will be only one person to pass the test."
I glanced over carefully over at the blonde genius. His head was in his arms resting on his desk. I wondered what it feels like to cuddle with him… to sleep in the same bed with him. I really need to stop.
"…you'll pair up into twos for this project," had been saying. "It is, in fact, an out of school assignment. So, you'll have to take time from your precious lives and get together with your partner to do it. And yes, I will be assigning your partner." There was noises of disgust and disapproval throughout the classroom, including me. I could've gone over to Jeff and asked him to be my partner. ignored it all and began calling out a name and then their partners name.
After awhile, "Nick Duval with…. Jeffrey Sterling."
Whoa. I glanced over at the blonde, he smiled friendly and I smiled back. I got him. Maybe not completely but I have another chance.
After the bell rang, I made my way over to Jeff's desk, where he was packing up.
He glanced up and said, shyly, "Hi."
"Hey," I mentally kicked myself for sounding way to cheerful. "Got any plans tonight?"
I couldn't help the grin spreading on my face.
"Uh, nope. My pimp let me off tonight."
"Haha. Good. Can I pick you up around 4?"
I really wished I was asking him on date and not to do some school project with me.
"Uh, yeah. That works," he scribbled his address on a scrap piece of paper and hurried off to his next class.
I had to make the right moves.
I pulled up in front of a two story dormer house. There was a white jeep in the drive way. 366 Willow Street, this is it. I hurried to the red front door and knocked. Jeff answered, a goofy smile on him face. He looked so... adorable.
"Hey. Can we wait a few minutes for my mom to get home to watch my sister?"
"Yeah, sure." The blonde stepped aside and I went in. The house was nice and comfortable. There were pictures everywhere, on the walls, on shelves. There were lots of them with Jeff with a long haired girl, who looked about six. One where the girl sat in a hospital bed with Jeff hugging her. Another one of the two where were standing next to Peter Pan and tinker bell at Disney World. And one where Jeff was singing on stage, he looked fantastic and happy. Then one where the little girl was giggle because Jeff was tickling her. I assumed it was his sister. I was right. The same girl from the photos came running into the living room, "Who are you?"
"Jessie, this is Nick. He's a friend from school." Jeff replied for me.
"Hi, Jessie." I waved. She was small and had long blonde hair. She had the same hazel eyes as Jeff.
"Nick? Jeffie, that's the name you said when you were sleeping!" She jumped and wrapped herself around her big brother. Jeff said my name when he was asleep. What kind of dream was he having? the dreams I have of him? Were clothes on or off? Ugggggh.
"What," Jeff laughed nervously, I have never seen anyone blush as much as he did then. "I didn't say anything in my sleep."
"Yes, you do, Jeffie. You kept making noises and said Nick. I heard you, Jeffie!" Jessie said and jumped of her brother and made a pouting face. I was grinning, I couldn't fight it.
"When did this happen, Jessie," I asked, laughing. Jeff was looking away from me, blushing madly.
"It didn't," Jeff replied quickly but Jessie answered dramatically also, "Like, every night."
Jeff shook his head viciously, "Enough." He grabbed his sister by the waist and began to carry her back the way she came.
"Wait, wait. But Jeffie, its true! You said it. You say it almost every time your asleeeeep."
It was silent after they left. I couldn't believe it. Jeff was dreaming about me. I was defiantly dreaming about Jeff.
He returned, his face still red as ever, and said, "Sorry, about her. She has a wild imagination. I didn't not say your-your name or any-anything while I was asleep."
"How would you know? You were asleep," I laughed.
Before the perfect blonde could reply, the front door opened and a tall blonde woman stepped in. She was unmistakably Jeff's and Jessie's mom. Same hair and eyes. She wore a waitress outfit.
"Hi, there." I shook her out stretched hand. "Sorry, I made you two wait. My shift ran late. You two go and head out."
Jeff said goodbye to his mom and we were in my car, on the way to my house.
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