I avoided Ayden the best I could when he came down to the lobby to eat. There was no way I could make small talk, not after I'd watched him masturbate. The more I think about it, the more certain I am that he didn't seen me. I'm not sure if that's good or not. At least if he did know, I would have a reason to switch rooms. As it is, it would just seem like I was being a jerk. For some reason, I really didn't want him to think that about me. He just looked so sad and little, sitting there by himself with a bagel.
Chelsea was really in her element during breakfast, smiling and laying on the fake, sugary Southern charm thick while still showing off to the other girls that she'd won. She had the captain of the team. I guess I should have been showing her off to the guys too, since she's the sexiest cheerleader. I just didn't feel like it though. My head hurt.
I finished up my eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuit fairly quickly and spent the rest of the time before training drinking black coffee.
Chelsea leaned over, resting her huge rack against my arm. She took my coffee cup and sipped it, wrinkling her nose. "Oh mah gawd," she said. "That's so nasty!"
I just shrugged and took the cup back from her. I took a sip and set it down. I didn't really feel like playing along.
"How can you stand that?" she asked, playfully hitting me on the chest.
I shrugged again.
She made a big show of shuddering and making the gross face again since I wasn't game for an overly cute conversation.
I looked at the clock and it was time to go out to the field.
It was fucking hot this morning, and humid too. So there was no way to keep avoiding Ayden. I took the water bottle from him without saying anything and handed it back.
He looked really out of place, out there on the field among all the sweaty jocks. He was wearing those tight pants again, and a T-shirt from some band I'd never listened to. He had a bunch of those rubber band bracelets on and when I looked at them I couldn't help but picturing his fisted hand on his cock the night before.
I started to turn around. Being first in line to run suicides was better than standing there thinking about what I'd seen.
As I turned around though, some of our other players went to get a drink. They took the bottles from Ayden and stood around him while they drank. He looked so small compared to them. He was probably about five foot four. There were cheerleaders bigger than him.
The other guys tossed the empty bottles back at him. Ayden didn't move to catch any of them, just let them hit the grass. "Pick 'em up, faggot." "Come on, little emo bitch, do your job."
Ayden stared at them for a moment before slowly bending to pick up the bottles. Cameron caught Ayden by the neck and forced the kid's face into his crotch while Tex and Kendall spat mouthfuls of water on him.
