"Oh puh-lease, I'll pro Genji your ass so hard," Sam snarled.
"You're a one trick pony," Tim shot back. "Even if your team is losing, you refuse to switch off Genji."
"Because Genji is the new meta."
I looked over at Brian who was shaking his head smiling. "Do we know them?" I asked.
"Nope, I don't think so," he said. "Because everyone knows Mei is bae."
"No, that's where you're wrong. D.va for the win," I countered.
"Oh, my god, will you all stop with all the Overwatch," Melissa cried out. "For your information, not everyone here plays that game. It's not even that good."
We all gasped. "How dare you?" Sam cried out, pointing an accusatory finger at Melissa. "Heretic!"
Melissa rolled her eyes. "Are you sure you guys are popular? I think you're just geeks in popular clothes."
"Yes. Yes, we are," I said. "Proud of it too."
"I'm surrounded by morons," she said, pushing past us towards the school exit, us laughing behind her. For a Monday, we were in pretty good spirits, although it was probably because school was over. We were almost out the door when I heard a familiar voice shouting my name.
"Brad!" Mitch's voice came from behind.
We all turned, seeing Mitch running down the hall, his branded sling bag bouncing against his side. "What's up?" I asked.
"You need to come with me," he said, turning around before I even replied.
"Wait what?" I asked.
"Just follow me. You need to see this," he called back. I raised an eyebrow, looking to the other four around me. They all returned confused looks, so I just shrugged and followed Mitch, although at my normal pace. Apparently, this wasn't satisfactory to Mitch, who repeatedly sped up before stopping and impatiently waiting for us to catch up.
"Oh, my god. Move. Your. Asses. People," he said, clapping his hands between each word.
"What's so important anyway?" Melissa asked, irritation bubbling towards her brother.
"I swear, you'll regret it if you miss this," Mitch continued, completely ignoring his sister.
I rolled my eyes but quickened my pace nonetheless. I would admit that I was actually a little bit curious. I mean, Mitch was practically bouncing. As we followed him, I realized that we were heading towards the gym, or more specifically, the school pool.
"Has this got something to do with Jake?" I asked.
"Not really, but I guess it may in a way," Mitch replied.
Finally, stepping through the doors of the pool I see Jake standing by the side, staring out at the pool.
"Found him," Mitch announced to Jake, who turned to us only briefly before returning his eyes to the pool. I followed his gaze and saw someone shooting through the water, water splashing as he swam with surprising speed. The guy looked relatively well built, although I couldn't really tell with all the water, but I assumed Jake was more interested in the guy's swimming ability because damn that guy could swim. With that, though, I soon lost interest in the unknown swimmer, turning to Mitch.
"So, what's so important?" I asked.
"Him," Jake replied on his behalf, motioning to the swimmer with his head.
"What about him?" Brian asked.
"Take a good look," Jake said. I furrowed my eyebrows but did as he asked, turning back to the swimmer, watching the guy reach the end of the pool before ending his lap.
My eyes went wide with surprise when the guy stood, his upper body just above the surface of the water. I was wrong when I said that the guy was relatively well built because the pecs and abs that were attached to that body was anything but average, their definition alone indicating that the owner was definitely an active person. However, it wasn't the body that caught my eye, but the face attached to said body.
Evan's hair fell over his face before he brought a hand up to sweep them out of his eyes, which only brought my attention to his arms. Thick muscles lined both his biceps and triceps, his deltoids looking oh so ripped as water trailed down his smooth skin.
For a second, I wondered if I had been mistaken, and that this person wasn't Evan Trevorrow. But then again, the Evan Trevorrow I knew wore loose clothes almost all the time, which would have hidden all the goods underneath. Goods that I noticed were anything but average. The dude was cut, definitely giving Brian a run for his money.
"Is that..." Sam muttered trailing off.
"Evan," Jake said, a smirk curling onto his lips.
"Holy shit," Sam said. "I shouldn't ogle, but I'm embarrassed to say I can't help it."
"I'm not," Jake added, which pulled me from my trance as I shot a growl in his direction. "Relax, I'm not going after your boo," he said, not even looking in my direction.
I looked around the pool and noticed that we weren't the only ones present, and almost everyone was also staring at Evan. Jealousy rose in me, which I hated because I knew I didn't have a right to be jealous. I felt inclined to glare at every single person, but instead turned back to Evan. It seems I wasn't the only one who noticed the stares because I saw him dart his head around, only realizing that he was the new attraction in the pool.
The smallest of blushes painted his cheeks, before he turned to the pool wall, placed both hands on the ledge and hoisted himself out of the water. I swear, that one second happened in slow motion for me.
The muscles across his back flexed as he exerted, twisting as muscle groups stretched while others contracted. Slowly, his body exited the water, revealing more and more of his tantalizing form. My eyes caught the dimples at the base of his back as his waist broke through the surface of the water. Black swim trunks hung low on his hips, encasing a very nice ass, round and looking so...oomph. I groaned as my hormones went into overdrive.
As one leg came up onto the ledge, thick thigh muscles pushed his body upwards and out of the pool, water dripping off his skin in rivulets. In profile, I couldn't help it when my eyes subconsciously drifted towards his crotch, seeing a pretty impressive package in the confines of his skin-tight trunks, accentuating everything in the most delicious way.
A cough broke me from my thoughts, a blush forming on my cheeks at the thought that I had just been caught eye raping the dude. From the corner of my eye, I saw Brian smirking at me, knowing all too well what had just been going through my mind. I ignored him, keeping my eyes on Evan, who had his head down as he made his way towards the locker room, which would have taken him right past where we were standing.
