towel war and mustang make outs

Tom met you at lunch again which is basically the only place you saw tom this past week. Your awkward mood did not escape him of course. He tried to probe the first day but quickly realized you didn't want to talk about it. Amazingly he took the hint and let it be.

You sat next to tom, your tray already waiting for you as usual. "How do you always get an extra tray? I asked for more tater tots once and lunch lady dorris threw a ladle at me" His laugh was infectious and booming. So the mood was entirely destroyed when rick sat next to you.

"Dude what you too good for us?" Marvin asked sitting next to tom thoroughly ignoring him as he did so.

"No I-"

"Maybe he's tired of smelling your ass marv." teased billy sitting next to you as the rest of the team filed in, those who werent still in class or seated with their girlfriends.

"Seriously man, who is this guy?" marvin asked glaring at tom.

"I'm tom."

Marvin eyed tom up and down. "Seriously?" Obviously meaning who he is to you and why you abandoned the team for him.

"He's my friend. He drove me home after that party a few weeks ago." Marvin continued examining tom.

"Drove you home? Ya get any?" billy teased shoulder bumping you.

"N-no!" you shoved back trying to hide your fear. Marvin seemed to finish examining tom moving on to his burger.

"So" rick asked holding his half eaten burger to his face "John see any good movies lately?"

Tom cracked a smile at rick "Why rick? Are you asking me out?" The boys laughed along at rick's expense and the conversation resumed as it normally would the boys talking about various girls and sports teams with playful insults thrown around until the end of lunch.

You bid your friends farewell as you walked back slowly to your locker. "They seemed nice." tom leaned against a locker while you dug through yours.

"Yeah, they're pretty cool." You stopped digging for a moment "They are pretty cool about a lot of things I just..."

"You dont want to be proven wrong. I get it." Tom placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder slowly rubbing you. You could feel the tension slowly fading.

"We need to talk."

"Uhoh."

"No. I wanna explain the way I've been acting just not here." The bell rang unleashing the second wave of starving students. You wanted more than anything to kiss tom, to hug him, to hold his hand something to say he was yours and you were his. Instead you nodded at each other and headed off in opposite directions for class.

During practice you spotted tom in the bleachers with the players girlfriends again, it appeared they still didn't accept them as part of their group and really why should they as far as they knew he was just some boy hanging out. Rick playing defense tried to guard you but you slipped by him with a quick spin to distract and a no look pass to billy only to have the ball returned to you to sink a two pointer to end the practice drills.

"John!" Your coach shouted as the team filed into the locker room. "Lookin good out there. Glad to see you got your head on straight."

"Yeah I was having an off week."

"Obviously. Hit the showers. You smell like a dead animal at you then puked you back up." Confused as hell by the analogy you wandered into the shower thinking how coach was not the guy you'd come to for problems. Unless you needed work on your jump shot.

Rick shoulder checked you hard. "What the hell!"

"Well you seemed to like twirling around like a ballerina thought I'd help."

"How the hell does that begin to make sense in your tiny mind rick?"

Rick ignored you instead leaving for his locker dropping his towel along the way. Probably the worst thing about rick being the absolute bastard that he was was that he was indeed good looking. He could easily be a model. You shook your head opening your own locker thinking how only nice people should look that good and mean people should be ugly. That way you'd know right away. And of course you immediately thought of tom. He really was great looking, his personality shown through and you never had to wonder about his motives or how he'd treat you. Billy snapped a towel on your bare ass.

"Oh you little shit!" you shouted "I'm unarmed!" you tied a towel around your waist and grabbed your weapon snapping it back at billy. Eventually a war broke out with some boys choosing your side while others chose billy's.

After the war was broken up by your coach and after the shower that followed you left to find tom leaning against your car. "Well that took longer than usual."

"Yeah we had a towel fight."

"Hmm sorry I missed that." tom teased.

"I bet you are, wanna ride?" you asked flipping up your keys already knowing the answer.

"So about what you needed to tell me?" he asked after riding in the car in silence for five excruciating minutes.

"I..." You started and stopped. It was foolish you knew tom would support you either way but you still had a lump in your throat. "I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna...be your girlfriend. Ya know instead of your boyfriend." God that was terrible.

"Just one question." You pulled over into a McDonald's parking lot if he rejected you, you'd just die and you certainly couldn't drive dead. "Weren't you always my girlfriend?"

As odd as it sounded you knew what he meant and kissed him without thinking of anyone around you. It quickly turned into making out. Just as quickly it ended as you bashed your knee against the center console and tom hit his head on the ceiling trying to climb over it. You both stopped and laughed as you kissed his head. "I guess mustang's arent good for getting passed second base." you joked.

"I have a truck." tom offered.

"Next time." you assured him.

As you drove away you didn't notice the eyes watching again. The same peering eyes that watched you earlier watched you again.