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Zack stared out of the classroom window, watching the sun beaming down on another warm southern California day. It was just nearing the end of April and spring was in the air. Everyone was starting to get ready for the end of the year; but right now, everyone's attention was being geared towards the spring ball.
He sat there with his head resting on his hands as he wondered whom Shawn would be pushing at him this time. He knew that his best friend only had his best interests at heart; but Christ, he'd wish he would just let it rest. Shawn had this insane notion that everyone needed to be paired, no such thing as going stag or being single; but then how do tell your best friend you really aren't into his idea of what a pair should be?
He may only be 15, well okay 16 at the 5th of May, but still he already knew exactly what he wanted and it certainly wasn't a girl. He had tried that and not with much success. There was something missing, something that made him uncomfortable around them, girls that is, and yet maybe he was just being stupid.
Glancing up the row of desks, he saw Sheryl who was sitting right behind the latest school heartthrob, Justin Patterson, the transfer student from Florida. Every one of the girls, especially the cheerleader squad, was a flutter over the new guy. He was about 6 foot tall and around 145 pounds of solid boy flesh, something Zack noticed with obvious pain in a certain region.
The guy was hot, no doubt about it. He had dirty blond hair, down to just past his ears. In fact, as he looked over at him, he could see some of the soft strands of hair brushing the collar of his open button down shirt. He was built well and he had that soft southern drawl that sent the girls dizzy. It certainly made his own heart throb a little extra and it did seem to make his dick stir too.
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