gym time
A the end of the period, Thomas, Teresa, and Newt all waited around to get their phones back from the teacher. She quickly caught on to the idea that they were texting when Newt kept shouting "you know what, fight me Tommy" from across the room, when Thomas hadn't said a word. After they got their phones from a not to happy teacher and were making their ways to their next classes, Thomas realized he had gym and had forgotten his P.E strip by his door.
"Hey, Newt do yo have an extra gym strip?"
"Sorry" said Newt "I already lent it to frypan."
"I've got one, Tom" said Teresa smiling.
"Yeah, but your tiny, do you know how that would look on me?" asked Thomas, rolling his eyes.
"What else are you gonna do?" Teresa asked.
"I'll ask the groupchat" said Thomas already opening his phone.
gallyisagod: I'm telling you guys, I could do the american ninja warrior in like 2 seconds
frypanistheman: r u dumb
tom tom: guyyys
gallyisagod: say that to my face ok
tom tom: my dudes I need help
frypanistheman: u twig
tom tom: does anyone have an extra gym strip??
gallyisagod: u wot
chunk: e w who does gym
frypanistheman: o hi thomas
frypanistheman: and no
gallyisagod: I would but I'm telling you, you do not want to smell my man scent
dat brenda (o shit waddup): gross wtf
gallyisagod: you're a chick, ofc you dont understand
dat brenda (o shit waddup): I understand that you have a gross ass bod I just dont get why you felt the need to share
newtella: the roast
gallyisagod: and your body is so great?
dat brenda (o shit waddup): come at me
gallyisagod: you literally smell like a dog
newtella: OHH OH
newtella: BRENDA HOW DO YOU FEEL
dat brenda (o shit waddup): actually kys
tom tom: soooooooo lovely conversation you guys are having but does this mean no gym strip?
Thomashastowearmygymclothes: : )))))
tom tom: >:(
newtella: ok ok now go back to roasting each other
Thomas sighed as he looked in the mirror inside the boys changing room. He was late already, so everyone was in the gym.
Maybe I should just skip he thought to himself staring at his reflection.
Teresa's shorts came up high on his thighs, and her shirt just barley covering his midriff. You could see his slim figure, with his toned arms and legs, if his shirt did ride up it be exposing a flat but not exactly muscular stomach. "Whatever" he mumbled under his breath and entered the gym. As soon as he entered the gym he could feel all eyes on him. There was an awkward silence that filled the air, until the coach cleared his throat.
"You must be Thomas, correct?"
"yes sir"
With that the teacher looked Tomas up and down then blew his whistle, "alright ladies, do a lap" the coach hollered, sending the boys off with groans.
Thomas was quickly making his way to the front of the group, since running was something he was pretty good at. Although he was wishing he stayed in the back because every time he passed someone they would wolf whistle, or yell something like "nice legs!"
This just urged Thomas to run faster and soon it was only him, with the rest of the class way behind him, and only one boy a few feet in front of him. The boy had a strong build, with broad shoulders, and short black hair, as well as heavily muscled tan arms. Thomas caught up to him, wanting to see his face. The boy turned towards Thomas and almost sent him face planting.
he was really, really attractive
"H-hi" said Thomas all of a sudden out of breath
"Hey dude...nice shorts" said the boy with a smirk glancing down.
"oh oh um yeah, I forgot mine and yeah my friend who let me borrow them is a girl so obviously shes smaller. I mean not saying that girls are small or anything because there are big girls. Not big as in fat, I meant tall, but its okay to be fat." Thomas felt his cheeks get redder as he rambled on.
The Asian boy just looked at him with a slight smile for a moment, then his eyes grew a little wider, "wait are you Thomas?"
Thomas just nodded, not trusting himself to open his mouth again.
The boy gave him a sly smile then raced ahead before Thomas could ask his name.
By the end of the period, Thomas was getting dressed in his normal clothes, when he looked up and saw the same Asian boy standing a few feet away. Thomas tried to avert his eyes to the ground, or anything else except the other boy in nothing but his underwear. Although he couldn't stop glancing back at his muscular body, and before he knew it, they were the only ones left in the change room, and Thomas still had is shirt in is hands. He quickly put it on and when he looked up again the, the other boy was gone.
Thomas sighed, stepping into his pants when he felt a body close and a voice whisper "do you like what you see." Thomas spun around so fast he landed on the change room floor, tangled up in his own pants. He heard a laugh fill the room, and felt his face burn up, until he swore he was sweating. He scrambled up in a failed attempt and landed on the floor. More laughs filled the room, and if Thomas wasn't so embarrassed he'd probably acknowledge that it was the most beautiful sound that's filled his ears.
Then he saw a hand outstretched towards him, inviting him to take it and once again be level with those deep brown eyes. He took it and was soon standing rather close to the mystery boy, that already seemed to have Thomas wrapped around his finger. Thomas stuttered out a "t-thank you" and let go of his hand.
"No problem," said the Korean boy, pulling his backpack over one of his shoulders, and started walking backwards towards the exit. "And by the way, my name is Minho" and with a wink, he disappeared. Leaving Thomas in awe, and then a sudden realization of who he was.
Minho as in the group chat