The Jock and the Nerd |
@friendly-werepup needs a starter
Oz tightened their grip on the leather strap of the bookbag as they walked through the cafeteria building on campus, the overwhelming throng of loud talking overstimulating their senses. It was too much for them, and they wished that they dared to have another peanut butter and jelly back in his dorm, but the required meal plan was wasting away. And they couldn’t handle another confrontation with their father about money left unspent.
When they finally dared to turn around on their heals to leave, a familiar sight stopped Oz in their steps. They stared at Scott Howl, star quarterback of their high school, and their mouth ran dry as it gaped open. Why was he at the same school?
And then there was the eye contact. Quickly Oz averted their eyes, heat quickly covering their face as they glanced down at their feet. It was now too late to turn back. They needed to do something.
They slowly raised a hand in greeting and smiled towards the familiar male. His smile wavered as he felt his nerves bubbling into a muddled pool in his stomach. “Hi Scott,” Oz said, knowing that their tiny voice was barely louder than a whisper.
