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Sammy Walcott

"Walcott!"

I moved forward picking up a ball with my stick, my eyes moved to the bleachers and I could see Elijah sitting at the same spot surrounded by girls. A sigh escaped my lips and my eyes narrowed back at the guy at the post.

With one fluid shot, the ball shot forward and passed by the goalie's stick, entering straight into the post. Some girls watching cheered, clapping their hands together.

Coach clapped calling on another student to practice. It wasn't something big, I was used to doing this almost every time but weirdly, now, I yearned praise. Praise from Elijah. I looked back at the bleachers and now he was smiling his million dollar smile at the girls and wiggling his brows. I wonder what he's saying.

My eyes dropped down to the girl who had her hand on his thigh, inching higher and higher. I frowned as I glared at the moving hand. What the fuck? Does she even know he's gay? Does he not mind that she's touching him? Does she know that he's m--

"Walcott!" Coach yelled right into my ear, a hand on my shoulder.

"What the hell Coach?!" I yelled covering my left ear. My fingers hurt, I was holding unto the lacrosse stick too tightly.

" I should be asking you that. What's with you? I've been calling your name." He said looking at me eye wide.

I looked around and the boys were laughing and smiling, Dave even had the guts to mouth 'weirdo' at me. I turned to look back at Elijah and this time he was looking at me, raising an amused brow that immediately fell when he took in my glare.

"I'm fine coach, what's up?" I asked eyes still glaring at Elijah.

I earned a smack on the back of my head that made me snap a glare at coach. Mistake, that earned me another smack.

"Don't give me that look boy. You and the others should run laps around. Understood?"

I glared back at Elijah, if possible, harder. "Yes, Coach." I threw my gloves down and ran off. Fuck Elijah and his girlfriends.

After a long exhausting run around the field, multiple time, I was too tired to even be angry or god forbid I say, jealous? I sat down on the bench, sweating all through. My hair was wet and matted down on my head.

"Here." I knew it was him without even looking. If he didn't speak, I'd still know it's him. "Water."

I yanked the bottle away from him and gulped down the content in a flash. I felt Elijah sitting beside me, all quiet. I risked a look and he was staring ahead into the field, fiddling a stone between his fingers. I watched him and I could feel my anger slash jealousy lifting off.

There was nothing spectacular about him fiddling a stone, but I still watched as if spelled by his big long fingers, clearly more than mine. Mine was just long and slender. Elijah turned to me and I looked back at him. His eyes had me transfixed and my eyes dropped to his pale lips.

"Gotta change." I said immediately rushing out and into the school. My little bath helped me relax— a lot. I overreacted. Its not as if I caught him kissing a girl or something and he told me himself that he's gay, he being with girls shouldn't bug me. Its guys I should be angry about. Wait, I have no right to be angry or not, guys or girls, he's not mine.

We just kissed, multiple times. Doesn't mean he's automatically my boyfriend. Do I even want a boyfriend? Does Elijah even want one? Do I qualify?

I slowly walked out of the school, calmer than when I walked in. I made it to the almost empty parking lot and I saw Elijah relaxing on his Ferrari, his fingers still playing with the stone. His head was dropped down and I just wanted to raise it up and kiss him till he begged me to stop.

"Hi." I said standing in front of the door. He raised his head up, then moved out, creating space  for me to open the back door and throw my duffel bag in.

"Hey." Once I closed the door, he sighed. "I know I've somehow made you mad and... I was gonna get flowers but I didn't think you'd appreciate that. So then I got food, figured you'd need it... you know like energy boost after practice and I figured you lost energy? Anyway just thought I'd give food as a peace offering and..."

I drowned out his rambling after that staring at the McDonald's bag before snatching it out. Inside were delicious steaming chicken nuggets with fries. A broad smile made its way to my lips and I looked up at Elijah, liking him the more.

"Thanks."

"Forgive me?"

"I'm not mad. On the field... that was me jealous." I admitted, my cheeks getting warmer.

"Jealous?" Elijah asked with a surprise tone, only succeeding in increasing my embarrassing blush.

"Yup, stupidly." He still looked puzzled so I had to elaborate. "The girls, theystoppedyoufromlookingatmeandoneevenhadherhandscrawlingupyourthigh." I rambled biting at my lip in extreme embarrassment, what's with me? I should just shut up. I sighed adding, "and you didn't seem to mind."

We stayed silent, me not having the guts to look up at him. Suddenly the almighty Sammy is a chicken and a blushing mess. Elijah poked me and I finally looked up and he had this shit ass mighty smile on his face.

"You're cute Sammy." I groaned in reply and he took my hands in his. "Listen, I'm gay. Completely and utterly, no girl can ever change that. And I like you, if the exchanged kisses and love sick look I've been giving weren't enough, then starting Monday I'll give love letters. I'll write your name on my locker, on my car, tattoo it on my forehead. Sammy, Sammy, Sammy..."

A laugh escapes my mouth and I shake my head at him. "You're so sappy, I can't even."

He chuckles and places a quick kiss on my lips, that's enough to turn me into a beating mess. I've wanted to do that all day. I think Elijah can see the want in my eyes and he visibly gulps, which worsens everything. My head turn around the parking lot and there's just about three cars still here, with no sight of any human.

I'm not yet completely comfortable in my new sexuality and the last thing I wanted right now was to 'come out of the closet', so its quite shocking that I'm willing to risk it and kiss Elijah right here, in public.

Elijah's hand comes to my chest putting a stop on my mission to kiss him. He moves closer and whispers, "the car."

Next thing I knew, we were squeezed inside his beautiful Ferrari, trying to keep our clothes on and trying to take them off at the same time.

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After our little display of passion in the car, we finally made our way home.

"Can I sneak in?" Elijah asked as I stepped out of the car.

I smiled, "I'll waiting." Then I closed the door and walked to my door, using to palms to stretch any crease on my shirt.

I smiled when I took note of the fact that I smelled of Elijah and fine leather. Suits me.

I opened the door with a smile, expecting to see my mum, what I saw rather knocked the air out of me. Turned table, broken wood and glass. The house looked thoroughly messed up. My first thought was; we've been robbed.

But that's until I heard.

"Dennis please, leave me!"

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I remember the first time I got seriously jealous concerning a guy, he wasn't even my best friend just good friend. Another girl was Playing together with him and she's was innocently handsy. I got so jealous, I was quite all through our work home, but just when we were about separating going our different ways, I told him my mind. Gosh, till today I still cringe at the memory.

"Don't ever play like that with another girl in front of me, I don't like it one bit!"

😂😂oh God. Then I ran off, he was calling back at me but I didn't return. However, when I looked back he was smiling like a loon.

Lol, ok, story time over. Drop your own jealousy stories, if you don't mind. Sammy's own was adorable. At least to me.

#61 in the ranking. I'M SPEECHLESS.

Hehe, don't kill me. My updating schedule is a little messed. I've got a lot on me rn, sorry.

See ya all next time.

And yes, I'm so evil with that end. What do you think would happen next?😉

Ok now, bye bye.

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