starting out
Senior year. It was supposed to be simple enough, yeah? Like Dash was expecting to get a scholarship or two to get him out of this shitty little town and maybe go to prom with Paulina or have a bro date with Kwan to prom. He wasn't really expecting to get some kinda crush on his (not so recent but still) long time victim.
But damn.. Fenton looked good.
He'd filled out a little more this summer. Dash knew the kid was lanky but the nerd had put on muscle now. Not the flashy kinda muscle that Dash himself had, but like the sinewy kind that you'd expect on a lightweight MMA fighter or a swimmer. It was evident when he was at his broken locker that you had to really pull at and he just… opened it like it was nothing. Dash could see the muscles in his arms working though. Could tell that the shirt he was wearing was a little tight, the jeans he wore stayed nicely around his hips without a belt and he had cut his hair over the summer. No longer just the mess of black inky strands, it was shaved on the sides and the top was let loose like he'd just rolled out of bed. Fenton looked really good.
Not that Dash was staring at Fen-turd. He wasn't.
…fuck… Okay, maybe he was staring at him. Kwan was chatting away like Dash wasn't having some kinda existential crisis right now, but he wouldn't blame his best friend for not being a mind reader. He snapped his eyes back to Kwan with a terrified expression that his friend caught almost instantly.
"Whoa, Dash. What's wrong? You look like you've seen…" Kwan didn't dare finish that sentence since they both knew what could/probably would happen if he actually said it. "Are you nervous or something? It's just senior year, dude. Like every other year but we don't have to come back next year," He spoke with a smile and laid a hand heavily on Dash's shoulder.
"I think I'm gay."
"What."
"For Fenton."
".. Okay."