So it drew no undue attention that he was friendly to me. He was like the benchmark for a physical specimen, the epitome of a stud, but he treated everybody nice. I ran a lot and messed around with the weights to try to keep in shape, but I would never measure up to the standard of physical perfection that Randy set.
Not a jock but not a geek either I just wasn't into organized sports. We didn't exactly associate at school he was a super jock, I was one of the ordinary guys. At school and on the bus were the only places we saw each other. Randy and I rode the same bus but we lived at opposite ends of the county. It was a split second glance that kept our secret safe. He threw me a glance and I met it with my own and the connection was made. He turned his head, looking all around in a casual manner and the muscles in his neck bulged.
