Fluke tried opening his blurry eyes...his head hurts...his eyes burning a lot. "Ahh!" He touched the swollen area on his head and started massaging it. Until then he was closing my eyes as it was painful to open them. "Ouch! Ahh!" He moaned for some more as he lay on a bed.
"Fluke! Fluke! Are you alright? Hey Fluke!"
Somehow Fluke opened his hazy eyes and saw Mike's concerned face. He looked tensed and worried.
"Are you fine? Hey Fluke! Can you recognize me?" Mike was biting his fingernails in anxiety.
"I'm ok!" Fluke consoled this worried soul. "But...."
"But what? Is something wrong? Are you having some problem? Where are you hurting?" Mike was again filled with his over anxious emotions.
"No...I'm good. But what happened to me? Why am I here inside the clinic? And why the hell my head hurts so much?" Fluke asked as much he could in one go.
"Hugh! You don't remember a thing? Is it because you got hit in your head? Will you forget everything now? Did you forget me? Oh no! What will happen now? Oh! " Mike was spitting gibberish.
"Hey stop! I'm still recovering and my head is still aching a lot. By the way, coming to the point, who was that? Who hit me?" Fluke asked Mike glaring at his face.
"It was someone from the 12th grade. He was playing basketball and somehow the ball bounced towards you and hit your head."
"Really? Was I that unlucky today? Ouch! Ouch!" Fluke touched the swollen area on his head. "It's still paining a lot." He groaned.
"Shall we visit the hospital after school today?" Mike asked looking at Fluke's reaction.
"No! I'm good. I'll massage it with an ice pack at home. I don't want to visit a hospital for this petty thing." Saying this, Fluke stood up.
"Hey! You should rest for a while. I'll tell the teacher about you." Mike supported him with his shoulder as he grabbed Mike's arm to stand up.
"No! Let's just go to class. I'll get bored here."
Crawling and dragging himself to the class, as he entered, a huge burst of laugher greeted him. He was confused, and so was Mike. We both looked at each other with confused faces.
"Fluke! Why did you come here? Mike had already told about it. You should have rested for a while." The teacher came near him.
"I'm fine now maam."He looked at the boy who was sitting on the front seat of the first row. His face was looking scary.
"Ok! Go to your seats." The teacher announced.
As both of them proceeded to their seats, there was continuous giggling and chattering going on. Hesitatingly and confused, Fluke sat on his seat and scanned the whole chaotic room. Those mates were still giggling and making faces at him. He still was clueless about what was going on. The chaos submerged as soon as the teacher started to carry on with the lessons.
After the class got over and the teacher went out, the class was suddenly filled with giggle and laughter all over again.
"Hey Fluke! What happened to you?" His bench mate asked him.
"I got hit by a ball while I was wandering near the basketball court. But why are they laughing so hard?" He again looked at those smiling faces. He saw a mysterious figure from the front row gazing at him.
"Didn't you see your pants? What happened to it?" He giggled while saying that.
Fluke directly looked below and saw a big stain on his pants. And that stain was just over his privates. Anyone could assume that he peed. HOLY SHIT!!! He glanced at the front seat of the first row. That mysterious boy was still looking at him. Fluke turned red.
Suddenly he stood up from his seat and shouted, "Hey it's not what you guys think. I was holding my drink while I got hit on my head. The drink might have fallen on my pants and this is what it looks now."
"Hey but it's hilarious." "Did you not notice it before?" "Hahaha! It looks so funny." "Go and change it now!" "Hey! You can borrow from the school." There were advices from every corner of the room.
"No! No! I'll just wash it off with water since only two classes are left now." Fluke peeked at that mysterious boy again.
Rubbing my head, he slowly went out to the washroom.
"Sheh! What a day!" Fluke was embarrassed till the brim. Opening the tap, he pat his wet hands over his pants to rub off the sticky thing from the juice.
Suddenly out of nowhere someone pulled him aside. He was taken aback at the sudden gesture. But as he looked up at the figure near him, he was shocked again.
It was the same mysterious boy who was gazing at him from the first seat of the first row. It was...
"Max!" This was the only word that came from his mouth.
"-----"
"Why are you here?" Fluke asked him.
Max patted him on his head and asked, "Where did you get hurt?"
"Here!" Fluke showed him the swollen area by bending his head.
"I've told you numerous times to be careful. Is it hurting much? I think you should go for a check-up." Max seemed concerned. He started rubbing Fluke's swollen bump carefully.
"I'm fine." As he said those words, his eyes started scanning the whole washroom area.
"Stop moving your head. Let me see if it's serious. Did it bleed?" Max stretched his feet and stood on his toes to peek onto Fluke's bump.
"Is there any blood clot?" Fluke asked bending his head.
"No! But I still think you should visit a doctor or get some tests done."
"I'm fine." Fluke raised his head and looked at him.
This pal standing straight in front of him looked very anxious and worried. He was Max Camaron, a school hunk who was loved and recognized by all. His robust body, plump arms and anime cut out face was way too fascinated by many. And the icing on the cake was that he was a football player. Apart from their school, many students, especially girls, flock up near the stadium whenever there's a football match.
Many came and many are still lined up to be in a relation with him, but this buddy never seemed interested in them. He was only concerned about one person. And that person was~~~~~~~~
"Fluke!"
"------" Fluke was absent-minded.
"Fluke! Fluke! What are you thinking?" Max asked him jerking off Fluke's shoulder.
Suddenly Fluke came back to reality. He once again scanned the whole area and whispered, "Why are you here? Aren't you afraid if someone sees us together?"
"I ....I....just came to give you this." And he handed him a pant.
"Hugh! Where did you get that?" Fluke took the pant from his hand and looked through it.
"I bought it from the council room."
" How? Did anyone see you?" Fluke enquired.
"There was no one in the room. By the way, did you forget that your boyfriend is the school Vice-President?" Max suddenly smirked.
Instantly Fluke's eyes popped up. He looked left and right in panic. "Shhhh!" He placed his index finger onto Max's lips.
Yes, he was Fluke's boyfriend. They were in a relationship since two months. But they decided to keep it low. It was because they were just high schoolers and can't afford to take this risk. Max's parents were only concerned about his study so he can't afford to get below his number 1 position. Moreover Max's popularity was no joke. Fluke was more afraid of the glares and heat lasers his fans and x-boyfriends would shoot at him if they learn about them. So both of them decided to keep this a secret.
"Change it. Wash the new pants and submit it tomorrow." Max said and left the place deserted.