Austin

You're a guy. Austin is the head of basketball. The best basketball player in the whole school. He was too handsome. Stunning. All the guys and girls ran after him. His unruly dark hair and his blue eyes literally complemented his appearance and style. He was 195 cm tall. Austin rejected everyone when they flirted with him. Rumor has it that he is in love with a couple from school. You were an ordinary schoolboy in the 10th grade. When the bell rang for the change, everyone ran out into the corridor for the next lesson. Everyone squealed with joy. You were in a stupor, not understanding where everyone was rushing to. You stopped one of your classmates. - Kevin, stop, where are all the happy people rushing to? you asked a classmate. he answered briefly - we have fizra! co-ed with the 11th grade! there will be Austin!! the same basketball player, a handsome man who, forgive me, ran away! said Kevin quickly and ran after the others. Going inside, he began to change. austin was watching you all the time, but you're not even great. changed clothes and went into the hall. everything lined up. -Hello! Today you will play basketball with the 11th grade. Naturally, after warm-up. the physical education teacher said loudly. our class shouted happily, because we were going to play basketball. 11th grade wasn't that surprised. because thanks to Austin they often played. you didn't react at all. since you didn't know how to play. everyone warmed up and started playing. Austin turned out to be on your team. everyone squealed happily and climbed up to him. but he pushed them away. when they scored a goal for someone else because of you once. then your classmates started pushing. one didn't calculate his strength and pushed you and then flew into your ball. you fell, twisted your leg. blood flowed from your nose from the impact of the ball. everyone wanted to laugh. there was resentment in your eyes. you yourself almost burst into tears. but Austin shut them up with his cold gaze. he slowly approached you and helped you to stand up. holding you by the waist. and put his other hand on your head. stroking hair. - little, are you okay? Austin asked with respect and concern. Everyone looked at him in astonishment. Because he was always distant from everyone.