Anthony
"GET YOUR TINY ASSES TO THE OTHER SIDE!" Our coach was mad now. It first started when I had gone to say hi to Bear and Fae, but then other students started to mess around.
"WHAT ARE YOU SQUIRMING FOR? THIS ISN'T SHARKS'N MINNOWS!"
He's been like this for the past hour.
"When does class end?" I hear Bear yell in my ear, obviously trying to tune out the coach. "Where's the clock?" Turning my head around I find myself face to face with a red rubber-ball. Bear catches it and I nearly fawn.
"It's ten minutes 'till." Bear says as he pulls the ball to his chest and throws it at the other team. He hits Jon square in the groin.
"OUT!" Coach yells, and Jon marches off of the playing field. I return to my conversation with Bear.
"-So that means that we have, like, ten minutes left." I respond as a ball hits me in the lower back.
"OUT!" The coach screams again. I wave Bear off and go to the bench where Fae is sitting.
"Hey Fae," I laugh at the rhyme. "So, how ya' doin'?"
"I'm ok, the black dye's almost out of my hair… and you?"
"You know what's on my mind," I say, my hands gesturing in the air between us. "Who's your daddy?" I ask nervously.
"My daddy is your daddy, I assume, but my daddy is Rob Ashton." Fae mocks.
"Mine too."
"So does that make us, like, bro-bro and sissy?" She laughs nervously.
"I guess so…" Even though we were teasing each other with the silly names, I couldn't help but feel like we were missing something out of this conversation.
"I always wanted a brother." Hearing this made me confused. She seemed too calm about this while I was sort of panicking.
"ASHTON, YOU'RE IN!" The coach screams.
"Which one?" Fae cries.
"I'D RATHER HAVE YOU FAITH THEN ANTHONY, HE'S A WUSS!" He laughs. Fae gets up and joins the game once more. Sitting back, this makes me wonder. Watching Fae against Bear, I feel like I have to make a choice. Why? We just figured out that we're related yet we don't act like others would when hearing this information.
We've been friends for God-knows-how-long, but I just can't help but feel upset; as if I feel she doesn't care.
"OUT!"
"OUT!"
"OUT!"
Quickly turning my head toward the coach's appalling yell I see Bear left standing. Did he seriously win? If so, damn me that I missed it; Bear's hot when he wins.
"GET SHOWERED AND CLEAN. DON'T WANT YOU KIDS SMELLING LIKE DUNG WHEN YOU GET TO SEMINARS!" The coach then picks up his papers and hustles out, leaving us to pick up the equipment. I pick up a red ball that seemed to roll towards me and I walk to the storage room where everything is put. When I place the ball down, Bear is nowhere to be seen and I end up walking into the locker rooms alone. I pull off my shirt and wipe myself off with it.
"Hey, where were you?" I hear a deep, fair voice ask. Turning around I'm met with Bear; he hasn't broken a sweat.
"I was looking for you. Where were you?" I say back, laughing slightly to the rhymes. That always seems to happen.
"Coach needed me. Wanted to tell me to keep it up and stay bad as-"
"You were amazing!" I call out to him and give him a hug, "I never knew you were so good at dodgeball."
"I'm not. I tried to get out when you got out." Parting myself from him my smile grew ear to ear.
"You wanted to lose?"
He nods slightly, "For you."
"For you…" I echo and feel myself drop my shoulders. Bear tilts my chin up and we lock eyes.
"Yeah," He says again. I realise all the other guys are staring at us, silently chanting, "Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss", over and over again. Some of them have their phones out. I cover my chest up with my sweaty, nasty t-shirt and head into one of the stalls to change.
I pull my sweater over my head and head out of the room towards seminar.