Hayden Astor (OC) (BL)

It was one night, after one of the schools football team where one of your friends had dragged you down to a party. It’s not like you weren’t the type to go. The idea of it was exactly you. The alcohol, the drinks, the girls (and guys).

It just seemed so dull nowadays. All repetitive and the same stuff. You wanted something new.

Stepping out into the front poarch, you pull out a box of cigarettes, in dire need of a smoke. That’s when you see him.

Hayden Astor.

The towns golden boy. The quarterback of your school. The sweet, kind, of guy that would make any girl fawn over him. He wasn’t the arrogant type, still Christian at heart. Like his whole family. They boosted themselves for being the it family. The ones that would never do drugs, or even drink. Let alone have thoughts about the same sex.

The kinda of opposite to you.

You usually would never mess with these kind of groups, too goody-goody even for your taste. But something about him made you want to ruin him. Maybe it was just envy of his perfect life.

“You good?” You find yourself asking, briefly glancing over at him. You stood maybe an inch or two taller. You can almost see the hint of disgust in his eyes when he sees you’re the one talking. It was no secret of your reputation in town.

“I’m fine.” He says, like he doesn’t want anything to do with you and your lifestyle.