Chasing cars

And really, the game wasn't in Jean's interest at all. He had been dragged by his friends to this stupid place where he was doomed to an eternity of obnoxious hormonal teenage girls and greasy fast food that smelled awful. He could swear nothing caught his eye, not even the flustered lanky boy with pitch black hair and flushed cheeks that accentuated the brownish freckles scattered over his face. Well, maybe that wasn't totally true. Or the one in where Jean meets Marco at a football game and has a hard time trying to convice his friends (and himself) that he is straight, even though he knows he's balls deep. Pun intended.