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Chapter 1
"Josh," he said.
"Hey Price," I said, "what's up?"
"Josh, I need you."
He looked desperate, his blue eyes were pleading with me, but they didn't need to.
"To do what?" I asked.
"To be on the relay team for state."
"What? Why?"
"Harry broke his arm," he began. "He can't swim. Besides, you've always had the better breast stroke."
"But he's faster than me. You know me, I'm a slow swimmer."
"You're not slow."
"I'm not fast," I said.
"You're the fastest we have left. Just say you'll do it, please."
"Fine."
"Thank you so much, you don't know how much this means to me. We have practice afterschool all week. The competition's Saturday."
He put his hands on my shoulders and bent his head forward. I did the same to him. To some it may look like we're praying, but this was the standard way of saying goodbye at Park County High School, if you're on the swim team that is. I felt his hair, soft and silky, mingle with my short and bristly. I only wished that other hairs were mingling.
He broke the hold and smiled one last smile at me before he walked away. I smiled back—I was a sucker for his smiles. I was a sucker for everything about him. I'd had a crush on him since freshman year, when we were the only freshman on the team. He was kind, genuinely kind, a good leader, which was excellent for his current post as Team Captain, and he was hot. Even at fourteen he'd been hot. He had the perfect swimmer's build: lean torso with abs, a strong chest and a face that made me want to believe that there was a God. If ever I saw an angel, it was him.
But he was hopelessly straight. He went from girl to girl within weeks. Every girl wanted his meat, and I think most of them got it. It was strange though, he never dated for more than a month. Maybe it was because another girl had caught his interest, although he wasn't the type to cheat. I guess it was just a quirk.
He was beyond my reach, but that didn't mean I couldn't hope. I had a picture of us together for every year of high school, up to the senior year. We were good friends, still were, but my acting and his being Team Captain had got in the way of us being close this year. Still, the contact that he had just given me sent chills running down my spine. I heaved a sigh and walked away before I could pull a boner. I was wearing skinny jeans, someone would notice my hard eight inches by six inches running down my thigh.
I had to run to my next class. The conversation in the hallway had taken up most of the time we had for class changes. All through government I was thinking about him, mentally picturing him in his speedo. I did pop a boner, at which point I knew it was time to let these happy thoughts diffuse. I concentrated on the lesson and soon the class was over. When I left, no one called me Woody Allen.
Government was my last class of the day. I walked to the gym. I saw Pryce, which was what I expected. He looked happy to see me.
"You made it," he said.
"Yes I did," I said, "so where is everyone else?"
"Shelley has to take her little brother home, but she lives about five minutes away, and Kirk is already in the locker room getting changed."
Shelley was nice enough, kind of butchy, but nothing I couldn't handle. Kirk, on the other hand, was a dumb fuck.
"So why are you out here?" I asked.
"I was waiting for you," he said. He gestured towards me. "Let's go get changed and warm up."
I followed him to the locker room. He was walking backwards, continuing to tell me how great it was that I accepted his request. Another quirk about Pryce, he never wants to end a conversation.
"You'd make a great tour guide," I said.
"What do you mean?"
"You can walk backwards better than anyone else I know."
"Oh," he said and stopped. He gave me a smile, and I smiled back. I guess this doesn't seem that out of the ordinary, but I almost never smile, so the fact that I smiled every time he smiled, and that it wasn't forced, was kind of a big deal.
We entered the locker room.
"Big Josh in the house," exclaimed Kirk. I silently acknowledged him. We stripped, and I made sure not to look at Pryce until after he had changed into his speedo. I put on my own speedos which left little to the imagination since I'd had them for over a year and they were starting to turn see-through from the chlorine.
We walked outside and jumped into the pool. It was an Olympic sized pool, which said a lot about the school's financing when we had such a shitty theater. We started stretching, and I looked down at my body. I was bigger than Pryce, not by that much, but still I was wider. My dad had been a football player and turned into the head coach; let's just say I inherited some of his genes. I was muscular, but not quite as toned as Pryce was with his lean muscle. I guess I was closer to Kirk, who was himself a member of the football team, in physicality. But I knew how to dress and how to do my hair, so I was much more attractive than Kirk.
My hair was spiked to a corner today—I liked trying different things with my hair. My hairdresser said my hair was always beautiful. But being a school in a southern state, none of my classmates seemed to notice. I was not invited to parties outside of swim team or drama, they said it was because none of the football players wanted me ratting to my dad about the pot they smoked, but they all knew I hated my father, so they just didn't like me. I was kind of weird I guess, with the music I listened to, and the black skinny jeans I wore. The main reason I wasn't invited though was because I was smart, all AP classes and aspirations of going to Reed College, or Brown, whichever one gave me more money. People don't like smart people unless they need a problem to be fixed. I don't really know why.
I digress. Shelley arrived just in time to do the last of the stretches, then it was time to start. Shelley would be doing butterfly, Kirk backstroke, and I would be doing breast stroke. Freestyle was championed by Pryce. We needed the relay to be under four minutes, and I was first. I told myself I couldn't go over a minute. I was really good at diving, so when I took off, I took off hard. I slammed into the water and my feet started to move. I was rushing against time, pulling myself to the other side. I was keeping track of the time in my head, thirty seconds and I still wasn't half way there. When I finally breached the surface I noticed Pryce at the other side of the pool, cheering me on. Somewhere deep inside me, something, probably just pent up testosterone, was released. I was swimming faster than I ever had before. I was practically flying on top of the water. I reached the other side of the pool, reached him, in about 50 seconds.
They were all staring at me and I felt like I was going to throw up. I was able to let out a go and then Kirk took off, taking him about a minute to reach the other side. Then Shelley was off, but I wasn't paying attention to her swimming. Every muscle in my body was on fire. I stared at the only thing in that pool that mattered to me, and, surprisingly enough, he was staring back. He had this look of awe that made me want to laugh and then kiss him until I couldn't breathe, which wouldn't be very long considering how short of breath I was at the moment.
He put his hand on my shoulder and smiled. If anyone else had done that right now, it would have hurt, but he was so gentle that instead, despite the pain scoring my body, I smiled back. Shelley reached us too quickly for my liking. Then I was bereft of Pryce. I was now doubled over in pain and exhaustion, breathing shallow breaths, wondering why on earth I had done what I just did. Then Pryce stepped reached the other side of the pool and clicked the stop watch.
03:46.08, that was what the timer read. We all screamed when Pryce told us that. We were going to win this thing. I stepped out of the pool and slowly walked to the other side, where Pryce was waiting for me. He slapped my ass, giving a humph. If I had had any energy left in my body, my dick would have ripped a hole right through my speedo. They all congratulated me, each expressing their awe and how glad they were that Harry had broken his arm. The only person I was listening to was Pryce. The place where he had touched my butt felt like it was glowing. I was a backwards Rudolph.
He helped me into the dressing room. He was so confident that we were going to win state that he had canceled practice after that one relay, to "give us some much needed rest". I was glad about that, I couldn't do that again. After we were dressed, he walked me to my car.
"You were awesome today! What did I say, you're not slow, hell you're the fastest person on the fucking team!" He was ecstatic. I was tired.
"Let's just hope it happens again," I said.
He patted me on the back. "It will."
Then something peculiar happened, he winked at me and then swatted my ass again. Was I in a dream? He walked away with a smug expression, probably because he knew we were going to win state, but I hoped it was for another reason. That was the first time I ever suspected that my hopes might actually culminate into something. I got into my car quickly, before he could see the enormous woody I was sporting.
Sorry that there wasn't any sex in this one, there will be in all the rest. You have to start somewhere.