My Highschool Crush

Later in the evening I reached home. Removed my uniform and stood in front of the mirror. “Would he like this?” I commented seeing myself. I was just a  curious boy who adored this amazing person. An average teen with a semi built body, the initial body hairs and a rather meaty ass. “Was that why my friends spanked me?” Touching my ass, I thought.

The next day was the inaugural match of our school. I didn’t know why was I so excited but maybe for the obvious reasons. I insisted Arin to come with me to wish the boys all the best. He agreed, and we went down. A hoard of crowd were wishing the boys the best of luck. Amidst the crowd I was looking out for that one person who was looking the most handsome person alive.

Days passed and our school qualified for the finals The higher classes were allowed to go and watch the match. Arin and I among many other students settled down in the stadium of our city to witness the most crucial match. I didn’t care about the match, I was all excited to see my hero win hearts. They swept clean victory over our rivals but my dear boy didn’t play the way he thought of playing. We won, but he looked dissatisfied. The whole school rejoiced, the players and the high school students were on cloud nine. Arin insisted on staying back to school and being a part of the celebrations, I agreed.

Sree was taking credit of the victory as he did play a good innings. Neelav looked sad and discontent about his performance. All I wanted to do was, to go and hug him tight and say that he did the best. The high school students decided to out somewhere and celebrate their victory. Arin and I decided to go back home. It was almost evening, the sun was setting, me and Arin walking back home. I was feeling bad for Neelav and thought if he was fine.

Arin: *checking his pockets* Do you have my pendrive that I brought.

Me: No.

Arin:*panicking* I think it’s left in my desk.

Arin started running back towards school. I was stunned at what to do, should I go back home alone or wait for Arin. I started following Arin. He ran so fast that he was out of vision. I reached school and tried finding Arin but without success. “Danggg, where is he” I started going towards the washroom “Arinnnn”. No one answered. “He might have left, ugghh I don’t wanna walk home alone”. Frustrated, I went inside to pee and I saw him there, crying.

No it wasn’t Arin. It was Neelav, crying. “Wha-at haa-ppen-edd!?” I ask, scared and excited. He didn’t reply. I knew he was thinking about the match. “You played so good, and this isn’t the last match that you’ll play, I loved every ball that you tackled, the wonderful leading you did. You were awesome. I know it wasn’t your day today but I’ve seen you practice every day and you know how good you play. It was just not your day today an it’s perfectly fine.” I blabbered as if I had learned this speech just to say here infront of him. There was a pause and then he wiped his tear and gave a smile. I smiled along like a fool.

There was my love standing infront of me, crying. And I was comforting him, how awesome was that. “Why didn’t you go with them” I ask, as if I’m his mother. “What are you doing here” he says, puzzled. I didn’t answer back. We stood there in silence for a few minutes and then he finally said “Thanks for your appreciation, I feel better now”. Hearing this I was delighted, a big smile came to my face. “You should join your friends, they might be waiting for you.” I say, hesitantly. He seems upset and says “Nah, I’m good.” Then he said something which shook me apart, there were butterflies in my stomach “Wanna hangout?” says Neelav. I didn’t know what to say and reluctantly agreed. I was puzzled about why this hot jock would want to hang out with a nerd like me, while these thoughts were running in my mind, he finally says “You really boosted my moral high, my teammates were furious with me for my bad performance that’s why I do not want to be with them, I’m glad you came here and would love to spend some time with you”

We walked in silence, “Where are we going?” I ask. “My place” he replies.