“hey, kriegman! your girlfriend is in the stands!”
andre looked around, obviously confused. he was about to do his track event at the meet their school was hosting, and teasing from his teammates was not going to help. it was already sickly hot outside, and andre felt faint.
he scanned the bleachers for someone his team thought was his “girlfriend” and landed on a mop of blond hair sitting in the very front. it was cal.
cal was hunched over, doodling something in his red notebook and rarely glancing up at the athletes below. speaking of, he looked up exactly when andre found him. they locked eyes for a second, and cal’s face went red.
andre had told him to stop coming to his meets. he thinks it makes them look more like a ‘couple of fags.’ cal hadn’t listened. enough people thought they were together already, so who cares?
cal slightly waved at andre. andre nodded in response and immediately looked at the ground after. it’s not like he didn’t want the support. he just didn’t want the repercussions.
andre does well on his event, ultimately placing 4th, the best he’s done all season. cal jokes later that he’s andre’s ‘good luck charm.’ andre rolls his eyes at that.
