Chapter 1
ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ ᴘᴏᴠ
It was hot as hell outside, and with each step I took around the field, the more I wanted to kick the ball at the teacher’s head.
“JAMIE, WAKE UP AND CHASE THE BALL!” The teacher yelled, making me groan out and run for it.
My legs were hurting, and I was not the type of guy that liked to play sports, unlike my friends who were applying for scholarships in sports, which was cool for them, but I had zero interest in sweating my ass off running around a field chasing a ball.
The teacher today was a sub, still in training at university, he was the guy every girl in school immediately set their sights on, he the embodiment of a sporty guy, and the total opposite of me.
Yet the most ‘impressive’ thing about him was that he was British and had an accent that made girls excited to go to physical education.
Kit fucking Pierce.
He has been here a week and has since went out of his way to give me a challenging time, despite being a senior, already stressed to hell with figuring out what I wanted to do with my life.
Even my girlfriend, Hannah, of three years was crushing over this guy, which annoyed me further, because there was nothing interesting about him apart from his pretty face.
I was used to people fussing over me because of who my dad was, a billionaire, and who his husband was, Evan Beckett, a famous actor, there was nothing I wasn’t used to, even if it annoyed me, but seeing someone who was meant to love me start crushing on someone in front of me, made me only hate the guy more.
The whistle blew and thankfully the game was over with my team winning 2-1, and at this point I just wanted to shower and lay down at home and try not to think about all the things going on in my life.
“Jamie, can I speak to you for a second?” The sub, Kit, asked.
I walked over to him, using my jersey to wipe the sweat from my face. “Sure.”
It was not like I had a choice.
“What’s up?”
He put his hand on my shoulder and hinted for me to walk with him, away from the prying eyes, and nosy ears of the other students who love to gossip and pry into people’s lives.
Once we were far away from nosy students, Kit smiled at me. “You’ve been off your game for the past couple of days, is something wrong?”
“Huh?” I looked up at him. “I’m fine.”
Apart from disliking the guy, I was my regular self, only a bit stressed. “Just senior stuff.”
“Well if there’s anything, my door is always open to you, Jamie.” He said, smiling a killer smile would have knocked any girl on their ass.
It just made me feel... weird.
I did not know why he was being nice to me; he did not know anything about me. “Thanks... uh, is there anything else?” I asked, awkwardly.
“Actually-”
“Jamie!” A voice familiar voice rung through the air, before I felt something, or someone body slap into the back of me, wrapping their arms around me.
When I saw the long-painted pink and purple nails, I knew exactly who it was.
“Are you in trouble?” She cheekily asked, gazing up at Kit, who was no longer smiling but looking at both of us with an unreadable expression.
He looked almost mad.
“No, why do you think that?” I rolled my eyes. “I’m a good student.”
Hanna, who thinks everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm, scoffs. “Yeah right!”
Ignoring Hanna and her sneaky glances at Kit, I sighed and took my t-shirt off from over my head, the summer heat making it feel like it was sticking to my skin more than usual, because of running for so long.
Looking back at Kit, his eyes locking onto mine. “Uh, ok, see you Monday” I said, before walking away with Hanna following behind me.
Well, that was weird.
“What was that all about?” Hanna asks, not bothering to keep her voice down, despite only being a few feet away from Kit.
“Nothing, just wanted to ask a question.” Although, I got the strange feeling he wanted to ask me something.
He might be a fan of my Evan’s and wanted to ask for an autograph? It wasn’t the first and it wouldn’t be the last time a teacher had come up to ask me that and felt embarrassed by doing so.
“Oh.” Hanna said uninterested, taking her phone out from her pocket and starts to type away.
I take a look back and see that the sub, Kit, had started to pick up the ball and the mess that the other students had left, the football vests, and empty bottles of water on the grass.
I saw why girls liked him, as much as he got on my nerves, he was nice, patient and good looking, he’d only been here a week and every student he taught had come to respect him, and while that was fine, I couldn’t help getting this feeling from him.
There was something about him that I couldn’t understood why he annoyed me, but just from being around him made me cold sweat, yet I knew it wasn’t because I was nervous around him, it was something else.
I put my sweaty hand around Hanna, making her shriek back and push my arm off her as I laugh out as we both walk back into the school.
It’s whatever, I just need to stop thinking so much about him.
“We won’t be back this week, with Evan’s movie finished, we’re visiting the cabin for a break.” My dad said, as I laid back on the sofa, munching on French fries.
“Yeah, okay.” I hum out, uninterested. “What about Allie?”
“At your grandparents.”
I figured. “Alright, call if anything changes, I guess.”
“No parties Jamie, I don’t want the place wrecked like last time, Evan’s award got broke and the police-”
“I got it.” I groaned out. “It’ll just be me and Hanna... maybe, you need to stop bringing that up, I got it fixed, didn’t I? And Evan has like, a thousand of those.”
The line went quiet before I heard him sigh out deeply. “Be safe and... wear protection, I don’t want to come back and-”
“I’m hanging up, bye!” I interrupted him and hung up the phone.
Seriously, what does he think of me?
Since adopting Allie, my dad had become a ‘hands on’ dad, something I’m not interested in, because since he started seeing Evan, I rarely got to see him, only on birthdays and Christmas, if only for a few hours.
I’d admit, it’s been nice having a little sister, and I liked who my dad was now, he was happy and after worrying about him in the past, with his intimidating presence, I always thought he’d die alone, surrounded by paperwork in that big boring office of his.
I didn’t know many gay people, and since my own dad came out, I got to meet all sorts of gay people from all over the world, some were Evan’s friends, some were famous celebrities that are clients at my dad’s agency.
It had nothing to do with me, as famous as my dad and stepdad were, I stayed as far away from the limelight as much as possible, hating even my girlfriend getting too cosy into my private life and private thoughts.
Speaking of my phone just buzzed beside me.
When I saw her name and her text, I sighed and wondered why I was still going out with her, after the past few months of hardly speaking, seeing or spending time together.
Hanna: Are you coming to Dean’s party tonight?
Me: Nah
Hanna: :)
It should annoy me, but after seeing how she’s been acting around Kit, a sub teacher in front of me, I started to think about a lot of things, not only my future, but my future with her.
We’ve been dating since I was fifteen, and things were good, or so I thought, but as time went on, I realized that I thought we were more like friends, than boyfriend/ girlfriend.
She was the opposite of me, we didn’t like the same things, and at first that was what attracted me to her, but now it feels like I’m always in the wrong for not doing what she likes to do, like parties, and drinking.
The whole thing was stressing me out, and also the pressure my mom was putting on me, constantly asking what I was going to do once I graduated.
We were close to graduating, and I didn’t have the slightest clue what I was going to do, whilst all my friends had already planned their entire life out for the next ten years, while I couldn’t even decide what I wanted to eat.
After Hanna had stopped texting me, soon enough my friends were spamming my phone with texts, asking why I wasn’t out with Hanna, and why I’m sitting at home on a Friday night, like some ‘loser’.
While I don’t disagree with them, I don’t agree either.
I don’t know what was wrong with me, but I just didn’t feel like partying and getting fucked up at some kids’ house with a bunch of people I don’t care about, I preferred to stay at home, on the sofa and rewatch movies.
My phone buzzed again, only this time I was close to throwing it against the TV, but thinking about my dad’s disappointing look made me freeze and sigh as I grabbed my phone, seeing it was Instagram.
‘Friend suggestion, Kit Pierce’
What the... fuck?
Why would that even be a suggestion?
Curiously, I clicked on the notification, and it took me to his page, and to my surprise it wasn’t private, and he had only a few photos but with a 56k following, which was more than me, as I kept mine private.
Then I noticed why he was suggested in the first place, more than twenty of my friends had followed his social media, even Hanna.
I’ll admit, the guy was completely ripped with a great body that showed that he worked out, in some photos he had his shirt off, smiling into the camera, yet one photo in particular had caught my eye.
It was posted one day ago, and he was sitting on the grass with a small dog.
The first thing that came to mind was ‘damn, that’s cute’, and as soon as the thought came, I froze.
Why did I just think that was cute? I’ve never thought that before about a photo, especially not with a guy in it.
I pressed the side button on my phone and closed it, not wanting to question my thoughts just now as I sunk deeper into the sofa, my eyes on the TV yet unable to pay attention, until something caught my eye.
The moment I saw it, I could feel my whole body still, and a cold breeze hit me as I looked down at my shorts.
I.... I was hard.
No fucking way... why?!
No, nope, I’m probably just sexually frustrated, it’s been a while since me and Hanna were together, and with how stressed I’ve been, it’s been hard to control myself lately.
This was just one of those days, nothing more, so there was no reason to think too much into it, I knew who I was.
“Fuck this.” I sigh out, and get up from the sofa, turning the TV off in the process and grab my phone.
I am just going to go to sleep and forget all about this and try and enjoy the weekend... while I keep my mind from wondering to a certain someone I did not want to think about.
