30 Messed up

Chris could not sleep that night. He kept tossing and turning in his small bed in the dark room, where he was alone again.  

As usual, Sky was nowhere in sight, and Chris appreciated that. He didn't want to see him. In fact, he didn't want to see him at all until the end of his studies, and he hoped he wouldn't return to this room ever again!

But as much as he hated Sky right now, the image of Sky's hair falling all over his face as he stood on that stage and his hand reaching to push them out of his perfect face continued to replay in his head in slow motion. 

That perfect face that had transformed from a masculine pretty face to a feminine pretty face continued to hunt him. 

He tossed again, unable to rid his head of those thoughts in order to fall asleep.

Since he heard Sky was heading the school gym, he had thought he was one of those guys who overdid it and used the gym to destroy their bodies with so many taut muscles.