You guys already read this story, but here it is again! Slightly touched up. These characters are influenced by people in MY high school. I'm happy with how it turned out, and very glad with the response it got on Alex's blog! So, into the story.
Time for our Physical Education Class again. As much as I love it because of all the hot guys in the class doing hot guy things, such as being hot. I hate it because it normally involves me doing physical activity, which is less than preferable. I’m not unfit or anything, I’m just lazy. I’m here in my shorts, surrounded by the other boys in shorts, and across from me is Austin, who in my opinion is the hottest guy in the class.
Austin. A little over 6 foot, he’s a pitcher in baseball, dark blond hair, light brown some days. Blue eyes, great smile. Well built. Nothing to complain about visually. He was talking to his friend Frankie, who is a close second in the class I think. Frankie’s an Italian kid with jet black hair, also a baseball player, shortstop. Shorter than Austin, but not by much, brown eyes. Bulkier though, but not by much. They probably weigh the same. He’s more of an asshole though. Anyways, I’m looking over Austin, and he looks immaculate. He’s doing that thing guys do where they lift their shirt up when they stretch, revealing their abs, and in Austin’s case, his 6 pack. He’s so fucking hot. I’m apparently not being very inconspicuous when I hear
