Mason
Twice in just a few days…
There was something about that boy that had gotten under my skin. He was pretty clear what he thought about me, even though he really didn’t give me much of a chance. Maybe I didn’t quite say what I meant, but I was being put on the spot, and my defenses went right up.
Yeah, I probably didn’t make a very good first impression.
And he was a fan.
Was, being the most important word of that sentence.
Yeah… there definitely was something about him that I couldn’t quite get out of my head.
Calvin…
He was too fucking cute for my own good. If we kept meeting like this, and if he would just give me a second chance, then maybe my life here at Moray would change. Maybe I would be brave enough to admit who I was to my friends and teammates.
That would be a big step.
Hell, I don’t know if he’s even gay. The odds were not in my favor. I remembered that I needed to text Gwen. I pulled out my phone and shot her a quick text.
Do U know a gay guy named Calvin? Tall, cute, and stuffy?
Could I admit to everyone I was a card-carrying friend of Dorothy? Hell, was I? Was I bi? I got it up with girls. I liked it.
So, could I tell the Twins that I wanted to suck dick?
As far as we know, there has never been anoutathlete at this school in any of the major sports. No football, baseball, or basketball players have ever been brave enough to step out of the closet.
I’ve always hated that analogy. Why a closet? Why not a drawer. I hide shit in drawers, not my closet. My closet is small and meticulously clean. You open a drawer in my dorm, and it's packed with shit I didn’t know what to do with.
Hiding in the drawer makes so much more sense.
I glanced over at him and watched him wipe the grease off his mouth with a napkin. He dabbed at the sides of his mouth. Fuck, that was cute. He looked up and noticed me watching him. A frown fell across his face.
I picked up my burger and took a bite. I didn’t want to bother him. Besides, now wasn’t the time, but I was going to find out about him, one way or another.
He and his friends all got up and walked over to the cash register to pay on their way out. I had to stop myself from getting up and running over to talk to him. That probably wouldn’t go over too well with my teammates right now. It wasn’t that they weren’t cool, they were just jocks.
The twins would be the least of my concern. They would just think its cool because that’s how they were. Ever since they became Instafamous, they hung out with all kinds of people now on their photoshoots. It would probably make them like me even more. But the rest…
It was a crapshoot.
I watched him walk out into the bright light and disappear into it. Part of me, a large part, actually wanted to get up and follow him to learn a little more about him. I realized how creepy that was. So I didn’t.
I finished my burger and laughed at the guy's jokes as we shot the shit. My stomach was uneasy, and the chicken sandwich wasn’t helping, or maybe it was the fries. I had to be over at the Lohry Center in fifteen minutes. The thought of walking int here and getting help for one of the campus’ easiest classes made me feel completely stupid.
I struggled with classes. Of course, I did. I wasn’t exactly a dumb jock, but I had never really learned to study. I coasted through high school as the football star and when I got here… Well, it wasn’t as easy. I struggle to get C’s. But this should have been cake. It wasn’t. All of their fucking names sound alike. They are all Italian and old and dead.
I listened to the twins talk about their last trip to LA and the shoot they did on the beach until I had to get up to leave.
“I got to get out of here, guys. I’ll catch you all later,” I said as I slid my chair out and stood up.
“Where you going, McKendrick? You got class?” Elder asked. “We were just getting to the part where we met the female twins we shoot with.”
“You’ll have to catch me up later. Believe it or not, I have a meeting. Oooo…” I said mysteriously as I walked away.
“Don’t sign any contracts until our lawyer looks at them,” Elliot joked loudly. All of the guys laughed, even if it wasn’t that funny. That was just how it was.
