"Dick for brains, I'm talking to you!" shouted Chase Montegue shaking Zack's shoulder violently.
"Sorry, uh, Chase, what'dya say?" Zack asked.
"I said you're sitting in my chair, now get out of it, " Chase said it slowly as if Zach was a retard.
He had met Chase earlier and briefly in the locker room after showering, Chase who had showered after football practice had decided to snap his towel producing a welt on Zack' bare bottom as he walked by on the way to his locker. The other football players hooted and hollered. Chase was Big Man On Campus. It was just like public school, and Zack went to his locker not even thinking about changing it. Now though as he started to get up, he decided on a wish. He had considered making himself BMOC, but he didn't think he'd like all those guys hanging out with him and fawning over him the way they did with Chase. Instead he wished strongly that Chase would really, really like him.
The pressure on his shoulder changed, and Chase said in sincerely apologetic voice, "I'm really sorry about the towel snap earlier. I didn't mean to hit you. That red welt looked painful, I'm really sorry."
"Apology accepted," Zack said starting to stand, "You still want your seat?"
"Only if you sit in my lap," Chase blurted out, and blushed, and then he made a joke of it, "Just kidding, Zack. Please sit back down." Then Chase turned to the fat chick, Mindy who was seated next to Zack, and said, "Hey, Mindy, I'd really like to sit there. You mind moving?"
Mindy looked up at the hulking jock, and quickly gathered her stuff and moved.
Chase straddle her former chair as he sat down and stole a glance at you. He was grinning, and his crotch was bulging. Zach felt a might uncomfortable, but it was funny as hell. Chase was crushing on him. That was not at all what he meant by really, really like. He wondered if Chase had always been gay, or if that was the side effect of him really really liking Zach now?