Calum the jock
You were sitting alone in the cafeteria, trying to finish your homework that was due next block when you heard them. You heard their snickers before You saw them. The jocks, or rather the want to be jocks, the varsity bench warmers who think they are hot shit just because of the letters on their jackets.
“You are too hot to be so smart,” the tallest one - Nate - slides into the seat across from me, leaning against the table towards you. “There is more to life than books.”
You roll my eyes, focusing on your book to prevent the heat from rising to your cheeks.
“I bet she hasn’t even kissed anyone,” the guy behind him sneers, the others laughing at patting him on the back.
“Have you bookie? I’d be awefully surprised if you said no with a body like yours,” he smirks, raising his eyebrows at you. He slides his hand across the table, touching your arm.
“Get off of me,” You pull away. His friends let out a harmony of “ooooo’s”.
“Come on, I can teach you things those books could never tell you,” he reaches over to touch my other arm.
“Leave me alone,” you mutter, glaring at him from behind your textbook. His friends were whispering bets to each other, as if you were a piece in their game.
“Come on we’re just having a little fun,” he walks over to me, leaning down so that his face is next to mine. “You like fun, don’t you?”
You shift in your seat uncomfortably, wanting to leave the room.
“Guys let her go, come on now,” a boy from the edge of the group attempts to speak up, you recognize him from your algebra class, his deep brown eyes giving you an apologetic look.
“Shut the fuck up Calum,” Nate flips him off. He turns back to you, opening his mouth to talk, but the boy, Calum, cuts him off.
“Leave her alone,” he steps out of the group, walking over to Nate.
“Are you going to make me?” Nate stands up, hovering over Calum.
“No,” he backs off, but glances at you quickly. Nonchalantly he flicks his hand, signaling for you to get up and leave. “Why Nate are you scared?” He distracts him. You gather your books and slip away from the table as Nate nears Calum. You go out into the hallway, leaning up against to lockers and taking a deep breath. Your arms were shaking out of anger and fear.
A few minutes later you hear footsteps coming from behind you, you stiffen, preparing for the worst.
“I’m so sorry about them,” a soft voice approaches you. You turn around to see the boy Calum. He nervously runs a hand through his hair. “You don’t deserve assholes like that bothering you.”
“It’s fine,” you shrug, opening your locker. You pause, turning to him, his eyes watching you carefully, “thanks by the way. I hope he doesn’t give you too much trouble.”
“I don’t care what he thinks of me,” Calum shrugs. “I just want to make sure you are okay.”
“I’m fine,” You slide your books into your locker. “You’re the first person to care,” you whisper, clutching your locker door.
“If it makes you feel better, I’ve never kissed anyone either,” he mutters, leaning up against the locker next to you.
“You? A varsity football player?” You laugh, glancing over at him unbelievingly.
“I’m more of a water boy with benefits,“Calum shrugs, folding his arms, "everyone around here is shallow and self obsessed. Well except for you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know when you are taking your tests and you get nervous you always play with your bottom lip. When the teacher makes a mistake on the board and you don’t want to say anything you always tap your foot real fast. When you catch me looking at you in class you look away real fast, all confused, because for some reason you don’t believe someone can like you,” Calum’s teeth graze his bottom lip.
“Now you are just a creeper,” you blush, hiding your face behind your locker door. You stay silent for a moment, until you let out a nervous laugh. “I always looked away because I thought you caught me staring at you.”
Calum lets out a chuckle, his eyes scrunching up with his smile. “So if I kissed you right now, would you kiss me back?”
“I don’t know,” I hide my smile behind my locker door. “I don’t really know how to kiss.”
“Neither do I, but there is only one way to learn,” Calum softly shuts your locker door, your eyes settling on his plump, pink lips. He lets out a nervous chuckle before leaning in, a smile on his lips as he closes his eyes, your breathing hitching as you nervously near him, pressing your lips together. At first you both just stay like that, Calum trying not to laugh against your lips, but he takes the lead, parting his lips as you cup his neck, pulling him closer. You brush your lips against his, your tongue tracing his bottom lip before pulling away.
“You’ve always been a fast learner,” Calum smiles against your lips.