Chapter 2

Here's the second chapter. This is still the early beginning, so I'm sorry if there's no actual content yet. That wll start next chaper probably. Thuis is also to introduce you to Kent, the other main character. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Kent's POV

So far today, everything has been going my way...er, well it was, until someone knocked me down onto the cold ground, even though the sun's light was directly in my eyes, making me have to squint my emerald green eyes.

When I looked up, I was surprised to see the person that I saw: football star Cole Bradley. His dark blue eyes were looking down at me with little interest, as I anticipated he would. He simply grunted, and proceeded to continue onto wherever he was originally heading.

Luckily for me, Cole has a really nice ass, so I guess it wasn't too bad. I shook my head, amused at how easily entertained I was by my crush since freshman year when he was in the mandatory freshman P.E. class that I was in as well. I picked up my books and went onto my next class: AP Biology.

It seemed as though the day dragged on, despite my eager awaiting for the end of the day to come so that I could go to swim practice, which was what seemed to be the only joy in my life now, between pleasing my parents, following all of their rules, and making sure got perfect grades in everything.... It's not like I haven't been doing that or anything, it's just hard for me to still follow, everything they tell me to do. It's like I'm the human version of Pavlov's dog, and I don't know what else I could do, even if I got more freedom.

I walked into the locker room to see one of my best friends, Jerry Towers. His last name really suited him too; he was six-feet-and-ten-inches tall. He had muddy brown eyes and light orange hair as well as a pale complexion. We had met in middle school during the spelling bee, and while I did win and go to Washington D.C. and make it to the final seven spellers, Jerry was the runner-up in the school. We also met once again in the Academic Team during freshman year as well, and we're both still on the team too. He was really the guy that knew everything about me, and he was the first person that I 'came out of the closet' to when I thought that I could be gay.

“So, you did the essay for AP bio, right?” he asked upon seeing me.

“Yeah, I didn't think it was that hard, did you?” I was changing into the totally-revealing Speedo. It was also really awkward because, well, your...um, man part... was evident, and it was even more obvious if you saw something you liked; something I sometimes still have a problem with nowadays.

“Nah,” Jerry was waiting for me. I took so long compared to him....

So we both headed out to the deck and saw our coach waiting for everyone else on our Varsity team. Coach looked to both of us and said, “Towers! Whitman! In the pool now! Ten laps!”

Our coach was so pleasant; and to think, he actually likes us and we're his favorites too.

We both nodded and dove into the cool pool on this warm Autumn day, and man did it feel good....

I loved the feeling of the water as I surged forward in the pool, letting everything else leave my mind while I just focused on the sensation of flying through the water. This was really the only exercise I got, but swimming was supposed to be really good for your body and a relief for your joints too. I guess I was an example of that, since I had a nice, toned set of six-pack abs; they weren't great, but they were still clearly visible. Swim also gave everyone on the team a nice tan... except for Jerry; he just got a really bad sunburn.

Ten laps seemed to fly by along with practice, since I was done with swim practice for today. However, I wasn't done with swimming yet; I still had my large pool at home in the backyard.

I drove myself home in my Black Mercedes Benz that I got for my sixteenth birthday last year, and then eagerly ran into the house to eat dinner since swimming always made me really hungry; not that that was a bad thing, it's just a true statement that has always been true.

After dinner and completing my homework, I told my mom that I'd be swimming in the backyard as usual. She nodded and smiled a light smile at me.

The pool that my dad had installed was massive; it was about the size of the school pool. But then again, my dad did buy the house behind us and next to us on both sides to make 'necessary expansions' which consisted of my pool and larger room, but my dad's classroom-sized office, and my mom's cafeteria-sized kitchen.

Yeah, because it's necessary for a high school seventeen year-old senior to have a huge pool and an amount of books in his personal library to give the Library of Congress a run for its money.

But I felt really bad for the house that was now directly next to us since that house was a simple one-story house that looked like it could crumble at any given moment. My dad told me that they had a son about my age, but I wasn't one for socializing with anyone since my parents wouldn't approve of anyone poor or having a GPA of less than a 3.8.

Aren't my parents just fabulous?

I slipped into the warm, bubbling water and let the jets massage my muscles before I started swimming for about three hours straight, from eight o'clock until eleven o'clock, and I enjoyed every second of it too, well, I was, until I heard a sound from behind me from the house next to us, and to my horror, I saw someone, a guy specifically, watching me swim. Was this guy trying to spy on my methods and techniques before the race on Friday against San Clemens high school to try and check out the competition?

I felt my lip turn upward into a smirk. I was always ready to show anyone what competition looked like when it came to swimming. So I began my usual set of strokes in a relay and powered through the water like I was a pair of scissors cutting through tissue paper; it felt pretty awesome.

When I had finished, I climbed out of the pool and headed back inside of my colossal house (maybe it should be referred to as a mansion?) and was about to go upstairs to my room to take a shower and get a fresh set of clothes since I was still in a pair of board shorts, since I tired to wear Speedos as little as possible, with a towel being used to dry my hair even if I was just going back into the shower soon, when the doorbell rang; it was eleven o'clock. Who the heck would be here at this time?

Hearing and seeing that no one else was awake now, I had to answer the door. I really hoped it wasn't a police officer since they only came at times like this if it was an emergency, and I certainly didn't know anyone who would come ring people's doorbells at eleven o'clock at night....

I shrugged those thoughts away as I opened the door to see a young man of about my age standing in front of me. What did he want from me? Was he the one spying on my swimming skills? Was he here to kill or abduct me?

“Hey, you're Kent Whitman right?” The guy asked. He looked extremely gorgeous, in fact, he kind of looked like... “I'm Cole Bradley, the Varsity football team's star quarterback, and I need some help from you, and I'm desperate, so you'll help me right?”

I looked at him awestruck; Cole Bradley, the hunk of my dreams is on my porch step, asking me for help! But, what kind of help did he need, and would it negatively impact me in any way, shape, or form?

“What kind of help?” I asked, not entirely sure I could trust him, or my hormone-filled conscience.

So, this was the second chapter, and I hope you guys liked it. I tought it was ok, but maybe it's not that good....Anyways, please vote, comment and feel free to message me with ideas of what you thing may happen next, or with what you want to see happen! Peace and love from me to you!