The sun was still going down when people started to show up at Jack's house. Jack was the head of the football team and his parents where out of town for the weekend, which equaled the biggest party ever thrown in my home town. All of the cheerleaders, every sport player, even nerds and members from the choir, and every popular person was invited.
My name is Larry. I fit into the more nerd category. I was an eighteen year old singer in our school's choir; I also played the violin. I am really slim and much taller than all of the football players and even taller than some of the basketball players, one of the reasons they accepted me more. My height is right around 6'7". My eyes are blue and my light chestnut hair accented them perfectly. I'm not in shape, the reason I didn't play basketball.
I don't know why I went to the party even, I didn't know anyone else. Well, I did know some, like Cojocaru, a sexy Romanian soccer player. However, I only knew him from my math class.
Just as the sun was setting behind a thin veil of clouds, I arrived at the party. The music was already loud, but thankfully the house was on a private lake. There was only one other house on the lake and it was all the way across it. The autumn air was chilly; nevertheless, the party was held outdoors, except for those people that were using the bedrooms of course.
I grabbed a cup of cheap beer and headed for a group of trees. I stood at the edge of the trees watching people dance. I downed my beer and moved closer to the people dancing. I started dancing to the ask, moving my hips and shaking my ass like everyone else. Soon, about 50 people were dancing. As more and more people started to dance, the closer to the trees I got as the group of dancers doubled in size.
While I was mindlessly dancing to the music, I caught sight of Cojocaru dancing with one of the popular cheerleaders. Incredibly, it was at that precise moment when he looked up. He saw me by myself close to the trees and smiled. His white smile stood out from his dark tanned skin. He was shorter than me, by a foot or so. His body wasn't slim, it was built. He played soccer, and in his spare time he rock climbed, kick boxed, played basketball, and did some running on the track.
He was damn hot though, especially tonight. His hair was gelled into a preppy look, his black shirt was tight showing off his six pack, and his cut off jeans were very short. As he danced, shaking his ass, his leg muscles flexed. They always amazed me. His black hair and dark eyes had me entranced for a few minutes. I didn't even notice that he had detatched himself from the cheerleader and was making his way towards me.
I finnaly noticed how close he was when he was only 4 feet away. Nervously, I started to back up more, but I bumped into a tree. Right then he made it to me and whispered, "Hey, Larry, glad you could make it. I was just curious as to what you were starring at?"
I tried to stutter an answer. Not a single word would escape my lipe. He had caught me blatantly starring at him!
"Larry, could you have been starring at this."
