Marcus couldn't concentrate in any of his classes. Well, he normally couldn't anyways, but today was worse than usual. Several times teachers would call on him, snapping him out of his daydream and back into an embarrassed reality. But what had he been daydreaming about? Could it have been-- No, there's no way. I mean, the guy was not only a, well-- a GUY, but he's also three years younger than him and … had such beautiful brown eyes…
The after-school meeting with Li suddenly seemed to be a very conflicting idea. But Marcus was a man of his word, and he said he'd be there to help Li, dammit he was going to be there to help him. As soon as the bell rang, he headed down to the gym, where sure enough Li was waiting, already having changed into a white t-shirt and red basketball shorts. "Hey," the Chinese boy said, giving Marcus a little wave.
"Hey, yourself!" Marcus waved back. "Give me a minute to change and I'll be right back."
Li smiled and nodded, and headed to the locker room. As he changed into his own black shirt and shorts, he noticed that he had grown slightly aroused. At what, he thought, before realizing that his heart was beating a little faster. He slowly came to the realization that had been dogging him all day: he had a crush on Li. He didn't know quite why. Maybe it was because the fourteen-year-old was the only person he had ever seen taller than him, maybe it was because of his humble but cheerful attitude, or maybe Marcus just had a thing for Asian guys that he was only now discovering. But facts were facts, and Marcus couldn't deny his definite infatuation. And basketball shorts weren't the best way to hide that.
The next hour was spent in a pretty heated, intense game of one-on-one. Marcus couldn't help but be impressed by Li's persistence and his ability to learn. Every time Marcus would make a post-up move that would allow him to blow by Li or knock the seven-footer off his feet, Li would get up with an even fiercer determination. Towards the end, Li had been able to pick up a few moves of his own, and even added on his own spin. Marcus still won, 18-15, but Li was getting better and better all the time, and Marcus knew that, before the end of the year, the freshman would be the better player.
"Good game," Marcus said at the end, shaking Li's hand. And he meant it.
"Yeah," Li nodded, slightly out of breath. "You're really good. I think I learned a lot."
Marcus smiled, then hesitated. He had a desire to ask Li if he might want to hang out some more after this, but he felt conflicted about it. Would it be wise? Or should he just wait on it, see what would happen later?
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