refuse to be gay

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Floor 16 (the original poster): I knew in my heart that he wouldn't like someone like me, but I couldn't control myself from caring about him.While persuading myself to give up, I couldn't help but guard the back door of their classroom, using the excuse of waiting for my friend to leave school, but actually I just took the opportunity to look at him more.

I have followed him home several times, because I was afraid that he would find out, so I only dared to follow him from a distance on a bicycle. Later, I found out that this was not necessary at all, because I was too inconspicuous, and he would not notice at all. Sneaky me.

When he goes home, he is used to plugging in his earphones; when he waits for traffic lights, he steps on the ground with one foot and leans over the handlebars; he can ride with both hands free, and his driving skills are very good and stable; in summer, he often wears a black baseball cap and a shirt Occasionally, the hem would be blown up by the wind, exposing a small section of lean waist.

He likes to play ball, is the captain of the school basketball team, and a famous three-pointer. There is a building in the school’s post bar dedicated to recording the moment when he shoots the ball. Later, the post was refined by the administrator because of the appearance of the deity, and it is still hanging in the boutique area of ​​the post bar. , gathered a group of freshmen girls asking for grade names and contact information.

25th floor (host): In the third year of senior high school, the school routinely held the selection of campus stars. I learned from my friends that he was voted as a sports star by a high number of votes. Star, so secretly happy for a long time.When I took the promotional photo, I specially changed into sportswear, with unspeakable expectations, trying to look better with him.Unexpectedly, that day he was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with an elegant demeanor, which made me even more stunned.

The efficiency of the school’s affairs is very high. The next day after the photo was taken, our information was posted on the bulletin board. To my surprise, the photo of me and him were side by side. Maybe it was the closest one to him. once.I just hope he can stay here for a while, his eyes wandering over my face, even if it is only a short second.I also hope he doesn't notice me, after all, when he looked at me when taking pictures, my brain went blank for a moment, I couldn't control the expression on my face, I looked dumb and stupid.

Later, the campus star was removed from the publicity board, and I immediately found someone from the student union and secretly hid his photo. Until now, the photo is still in my wallet.

39th floor (host): Not long after the beginning of the third year of senior high school, we had a basketball friendly match with the school next door. It was also his last game as the captain. Everyone in the grade was very excited and spontaneously formed several pairs of cheerleaders. They skipped class and went to the gymnasium to give him come on.I mixed among a bunch of girls, and watched the game nervously against their strange eyes.That game was not easy, the strength of the two sides was evenly matched, and the referee was from the school next door. At the end of the match, I heard someone behind me swearing, saying that the referee deliberately made black calls.I don't understand basketball, but our school's score was indeed suppressed. Suddenly, everyone's anger rose, and they muttered loudly that the referee was fair.

It was a tough game to the end, and he hit a [-]-pointer in the last few seconds to close the gap to one point in an instant, but there was nothing we could do, and we lost the game by that point.The scene seemed to have become uncontrollable from that moment. The auditorium was in chaos, and the flames of war quickly spread to the stadium. I fell down in the direction, I reached out my hand almost subconsciously, and grabbed his back. He hit my arms, and I hit the bracket behind me. There was a sharp pain in my wrist, and blood flowed out in a blink of an eye.

I don't have extra brain power to think about what cut my hand, whether the wound is big or serious, and I can only see him leaning against my chest, his body is close to mine, I slightly As soon as I lowered my head, I could touch his forehead. His flesh after intense exercise was hot, and it passed through the fabric of his clothes to me. I shivered and looked away hastily.

What I heard in my ears were noisy human voices, what I smelled in my nose was the unique smell of male sweat, and what I felt in my arms was the real him.

It was in such a public place that I reacted to him.