Disowned
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 13
Joshua
I walked into NorthPark Mall , forty miles east of Chouteau. A smile grew on my face when I saw a big poster advertising men's underwear. Still, the model wasn't half as good looking as Javier taking a shower after football practice.
Dammit, he is definitely talented.
The image of his cock was burned into my mind. It was a quick glance but well worth it. I hadn't wanted to risk spending too much time in the football team's locker room, especially without a good reason. Still, I was sure that he had smiled at me when our eyes met. That was a good sign indeed.
But that wasn't all. The library nerd wasn't there waiting for his boyfriend. Perhaps they had agreed on a new meeting point, but I found that unlikely. It was a pity that I didn't have time to linger in the locker room longer. My hair needed cut, and I wanted Adam to do the job. The guy had magic in his scissors and was easy on the eyes, a perfect combination.
I walked around the mall and stopped to check out a few cute guys in front of the American Eagle store. They were probably just friends, but I played with the idea that they were a couple. If I had more time, I might have entertained myself by asking them if they were looking for a third wheel. Today, I continued walking to Hair Matrix .
The salon was only a few yards in front of me when a familiar figure walked out of a fancy home décor shop carrying a big bag. He was accompanied by an older woman dressed in business attire. I couldn't help smirking when Kenny noticed me and turned his head away immediately.
At the mall with mommy, are you, Kenny?
This was too good to be true. The nerd was an even bigger loser than I had expected. Keeping my laugh in my chest, I beelined over to them.
"Kenny," I greeted cheerfully, flashing them all my teeth.
"Um, hi."
He stood stiffly, avoiding eye contact.
His mom looked back and forth at us, her face lacking any emotion. The clothes she was wearing were clean and quite new, but represented the trends from twenty years ago, and her haircut was equally out of date. If Kenny was my friend, I would have pitied him big time.
"A new friend?" she said, looking at him.
I took a theatrical bow.
"You must be the Matriarch."
She glanced at me, and from her expression, I quickly concluded that she lacked any sense of humor. Like mother, like son.
"Pleased to meet you, Ms. Sherman." I held out my hand. "I'm Joshua. I've recently gotten to know your son a little."
"Through school?"
"Actually, through Javier."
Kenny's neck tightened so fiercely; I got confirmation that I had found the correct strings to pull. I looked him in the eyes and read it on his face. Mommy doesn't know about you two, does she?
"Who's Javier?" she asked, addressing her words to me now instead of her son, who had lost his tongue.
"We're both athletes at Chouteau High," I said without skipping a beat. "He plays football, and I play basketball."
"Is he the same boy who visited us a few weeks ago?"
"I'm surprised you haven't met him more often," I said before he managed to open his mouth. "I thought Kenny was hanging out with him all the time."
Ms. Sherman, oblivious to the tension between us, turned toward her son. She looked confused, and he had a hard time hiding the blush on his face. I watched them and enjoyed the situation that had been offered to me on a silver platter. Maybe I could still push it a little further.
"You should invite Javier to eat with us," she said. "If he's such a good friend of yours, I want to know him better."
"I'm sure he would appreciate that," I interrupted. "Especially since he has gone through such a hard time."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know…" I faked a nervous laugh and looked up and down the mall. "He came out as gay recently, and I think he lost a lot of friends."
There was so much anger in Kenny's eyes that for a moment I thought the boy did have balls after all. His mother turned to look at him, and the poor boy just stared at her with his mouth open. I was almost shaking out of satisfaction.
"Is that true?" his mom asked.
He nodded and looked down.
"I don't think he lost any friends. It's not a big…"
"I'm sorry. It's none of my business." I switched to my most remorseful expression. "And I didn't mean that meant that Kenny was gay."
"Of course, he's not," she snapped. "We need to go."
Always nice to meet you, nerd, I thought, following with my gaze as the mother and son walked away. Adam would rag me about being late, but the look of intimidation Kenny had on his face was definitely worth it. It was the most satisfying thing I had encountered all day. Besides, I was the paying customer and Adam was there to serve me.
Thinking that the time I would have some fun with Javier was closer than ever, I walked into the Hair Matrix and greeted Adam cheerfully.
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