Pretty Boy In Glasses

3| You are gay?

Chanel's P.O.V

"Are you sure you are okay?" He asked, before looking away. I really want to know the color of his eyes.

"Yes, I am fine." I said. I wasn't actually fine, there was an Italian man sitting beside me.

"Ian, my man!" That voice was familiar. "And who do we have here?"

I turned to the side to see Israel from earlier in the morning, giving Ian a bro hug. What was he doing here? "Israel?"

"Evans? Nice to see you again." He smiled at me, and sat beside me, dropping his tray on the table.

"What are you doing here?" 

"What you mean? Ian is my best friend." He took three fries from my plate, and kept in his mouth. Not one, but three of my fries! 

I smacked his arm, and gave him a glare. "What the hell, Evans. That hurts." No one messes with my fries.

"How is he your best friend?" I asked Ian, who was busy typing away on his phone. 

He looked up at me through his glasses. "Me?"

"Yes, you both are complete opposite. You seem like the quiet type, and Israel is definitely not." Ian shrugged, and went back to his phone.

"It's said that opposites attract, isn't it?" Israel said. "We have been best friends since diapers, with Luna."

"Who is Luna?"

"My baby." Israel said smiling at me, and I choked.

"You have a baby?"

"Oh God, no! I was just joking. She is also our best friend, but she isn't in school today. You might meet her tomorrow though." 

"Oh, I was worried you got a girl pregnant. I was already thinking she is so unfortunate to have you as her baby daddy." I said eating another piece of my hot wings.

He gasped. Dramatic much? "You hurt my feelings, princess." 

"You don't even have feelings."

"I do. And anyway, you don't have to worry about any girl being pregnant for me, because I don't swing that way." He said with a wink, and continued eating his food.

I stopped chewing and looked at Israel. "You are gay?"

"Yes princess, I can be your gay best friend, wouldn’t that be cute?" 

"No, thanks. I have enough gay friends back at New York."

"How many?"

"Two." I said.

"That isn't many." 

"I said enough, not many." I said deadpan, and continued eating my food.

"Girl's gay best friends are the best, admit it." Israel said, and kept his arm around my shoulders.

"Whatever." I said removing his arm. I looked at Ian, and saw he was quietly munching on his burger still. I looked away when he looked up at me, and caught me staring. How embarrassing. 

The bell rang, and I got up. Saved by the bell. "See you later, Ian." I said smiling at him, he responded with a small nod.

"I don't get a goodbye too?" Israel said pouting.

"Goodbye to you too, Israel." I said and left the cafeteria, after trashing out the bones on my tray.

***

I changed into my sport wear, because it was time for Gym class, and I spent about five minutes looking for the gymnasium. They call gym class, physical education class here in this school.

I opened the door of the gym and entered. I could see everyone was here already. I didn't like when I was late to class, and everyone one would be staring at you.

"You are the new student Chanel, right?" A tall man holding a whistle asked, and I guess he was our P.E teacher.

I nodded, and moved to where others were.

"That's good, I am Mr Shaw. We are starting with warm ups first, so you can be Ian's partner." 

Ian was here? I looked around and saw him sitting on one of the bench. I went to him and smiled a little. "I guess we are partners then."

"I guess." He said, and rubbed the back of his neck looking away. He was wearing a jersey and shorts, and he looked cute.

"So everyone, stand your lazy a*s up from the bench, and face your partner. It's time for warm ups, and you have to stretch those muscles." Mr Shaw said, and everyone groaned.

"Aren't you going to take of your glasses?" I asked as Ian stood up from the bench.

"Nah, I am fine like this." He said. Suit yourself, boy. 

"Everyone, we start with jogging on the spot for one minute, twice." Everyone got in positions facing their partners. Mr Shaw blew the whistle, and we all started jogging on the spot. 

After the one minute, my legs were aching. I haven't exercised in a very long time. They flet like noodles right now.

"Can we not face each other while jogging on the spot the second time?" Ian asked, and I looked at him funny.

"Why not?" Was I looking unattractive at the moment? I mean, I was in a black tank top, and biker shorts. My hair was in a messy bun too.

"Um...you are distracting me...your boobs..." He looked away, biting his lips. 

Before he could complete his sentence, Mr Shaw blew the whistle again, and we all had to do the jogging on the spot again. What was wrong with my boobs though?

***

After we were done with jogging on the spot, Mr Shaw told us to do partner frog leap. Now we had to do a push up with one partner lying down, and the other will be doing the push facing the partner.

What type of push up exercise was that? I don't know how to feel about doing this almost kiss type of push up. I am sure Ian might not be ok with it, but I am sure the Mr Shaw wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Should I go first?" I asked Ian, and he nodded. He got on the floor and laid down. I got down too, and got on top of him. 

We weren't touching though, because my body was in the air and my arms wide apart at the side of his head. This was really awkward. 

"We are doing ten push up per person." Was Mr Shaw kidding me right now? I don't even know if I can do one push up to save my life. 

"One..." I began my push up, and when I got to four, my arms were shaking already. I looked at Ian, his ears were pink, and when I pushed down to do the fifth one, his breath hitched.