Head Over Shoulders

I'm on the basketball pitch. The one outside is easier to practice on. That and because girl's are using it for cheerleading practice. I'm bouncing my ball round the pitch, getting ready to score when someone trips me. I loose both my balance and the amazing shot. “What the actual fuck?!." I'm ready to throw hands but quiet down when I see my brother, Archer. “Is that how you talk to your brother huh? You're such a disrespectful brat." He does that stupid finger spin thing with the ball that seems to be getting all the girls attention. I roll my eyes. He's such an attention slut. " You didn't have to trip me. What is it?“" Dad is coming home this weekend. Mom wants us to be there for a little dinner party.“ Dad works at some oil drilling company off shore. He's almost never home, but when he is, mom cooks a feast and invites all her friends. Where she brags about her amazing and brilliant son, Archie. Archie's trophies, his wonderful girlfriend. Everything. "I'll probably have s

I end up reaching my faculty. Not because I asked anybody, but because I walked and listened to people. There was this group of girls heading towards my direction so I subtly followed them. It took forever because these girls were determined to go everywhere else first. “Film And Multimedia Studies” is written in capital letters. I stare at it, marvelling at the beauty. It's so surreal. I take a picture to send to dad eventually. “The angle isn't right," someone behind me says. What was it with people talking to me? I turn around to see a blonde blue eyes guy smiling at me. He looks so beautiful if mom saw him, she'd take him home and lock him in the cupboard. “Huh?" I want to say more intelligent things but I was asking too much from my brain. That is the most it can procure.“The angle isn't right. If you're trying to get the whole thing, try taking your phone down a little." I'm embarrassed as I take his instructions. I'm glad I did it because the picture does actually come out

I'm awake rather early. The little aesthetic alarm clock I bought even after mom preached it was a scam read 6 am. I don't have any class till 10. Normally, I would've been waking up by 9.45. It's still so early, but there's ruckus in our dorm. It took me days to realize that college students don't sleep. We either party or study, and I've been doing neither. “Didn't expect you to be awake by this time." I'm startled to see Jesse like we don't share the same room. The water droplets on his skin make me know that he just finished showering. I turn to him smiling. “I'm surprised as well. My body just asked I be up so I am." Jesse returns the smile. He and Gideon have been the nicest to me. Because Kyle is 2 years higher than us, he sees us as little children, so there's almost nothing for us to talk about. Magnus is just a jerk, I've come to realize. “Well, do you want to come for coffee with me." He removed his towel and the way I turn my head is so fast, I get whiplash. Jesse not

I'm seated on one of the benches outside. The day is nice and cool, and that's all that matters. I try my very best to not focus on Archie that is not too far from me, playing basketball. The sweat on his skin against the sun gives it a golden cast. He looks so good. I look back at my book trying to hide the blush on my face. I blame the sun for making my face red. Archie looks at me, then his game, then back at me. I can see the lingering gaze. Almost like he wants to speak to me. Probably to tell me to stay away from him. “And what are you doing here?." I turn my head to the voice and my heart beats so fast. It's Anderson - no, Ander. I get up ready to leave, but he grabs my shoulders, positioning me in place. I try my very best not to focus on the fact that his hands are on me. Anything but that. Like the birds in the sky, or the trees or Archie's abs. My face reddens even deeper. “I'm reading. I have an assignment I'm doing research on so I ca-" “Well, I didn't ask you.“ Ande

3 YEARS AGO. I can see him from my peripheral view. It's Victor Andrez. My brother's very annoying classmate. Ander only asked I tolerate him to get Andrez to do his chores. It's unnecessary, but the boy doesn't do any harm. That's what I thought. But there's so much harm between then and now. Now, we're in my room. Our chests rising and falling violently. Our breaths so ragged it sounds like we're having an asthma attack. My fingers hover over his face, my thumb trailing his lower lip. They're especially plump and pink today. He says it's the lip balm, but I prefer to believe otherwise. It's intentional. "Do you know how badly I want to kiss you?" I whisper in his ear. His breath hitches and I hear him swallow loudly. He wants me to kiss him. His body arches closer to mine. He wants our abdomens to touch. I grant him the liberty, and watch him whimper. His lips vibrate slightly. I want to kiss him. "Unfortunately, I'm not gay Andrez. I have to be gay to kiss you first."