Out of the Closet
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 9
Javier
I could almost feel steam coming off my skin as I stood under the stream of cool water. The pleasant tingle of the cold against the overwhelming heat was reward enough for pushing myself harder than usual during practice. I stood there with my eyes closed, enjoying the last bit of time to myself before I went back to class.
Chris' words echoed in my head. It was only fair that the bastard had been called to the coach's office. He probably sent Kenny to scope out my house.
At first, I had been delighted when I thought he had come to see me last night, but then he had sped up and driven away. I had a theory why he could have been there. I just didn't want to believe it. Kenny didn't seem like a guy who could do something like that.
"You okay?"
I opened my eyes and saw Jason turning off the shower and reaching for his towel.
"Yeah," I replied, figuring it was probably time to get going. "Do you know what time it is?"
He looked down at his watch and said, "eleven twenty-three."
"Four more hours," I groaned, grabbing my towel.
"Yeah," he said, pausing for a while before continuing with a smaller voice. "Um… I just want you to know that what Chris said was stupid."
I shrugged and looked down.
"I don't min d ."
"Have you got a lot of comments after… coming out?"
"Not really," I said.
I thought about the day so far. My chemistry partner had mentioned nothing, even though he most likely knew already. At Chouteau High, everybody knew everything. In math class, Alex had casually mentioned that he had heard about it and was cool with it.
"You see. It's not a big deal," Jason said, rubbing his head fiercely with a towel.
For a moment I was about to mention to him what had happened to my car, but I decided not to. I wanted to speak with the suspect first, as soon as I found him.
When he wrapped the towel around his waist, I realized I had been staring at his cock. It wasn't as big as mine but still worth checking out. The small smile on his face revealed he had probably noticed where my eyes had been.
"Um, will you have time to eat?" I asked.
I wanted to change the topic before he could say anything.
He pulled a sandwich out of his bag.
"I'll eat here. I want to talk to Coach about my scholarship," he said, rolling his eyes. "Although it's maybe not the brightest idea to go into his office after Chris."
I laughed.
"I guess I'll try my luck in the crowded cafeteria."
"It helps if you're starving."
Which I was. I had slept in, and even after skipping breakfast, I barely made it to school on time. It wasn't hard to imagine Ms. Davis' reaction if I had shown up late at the classroom door. The scrawny old bat would bitch at me in front of the class first, and then spend half an hour going through all her rules and regulations.
She should get laid, I thought, and then I got dressed. Then I took my bag and was about to leave for the cafeteria. As I neared the door, Bryan came in. He puffed his chest and bumped me with his shoulder, completely ignoring me.
"Hey! Look where you're walking," I snarled.
"Don't cry like a little bitch," he said, turning his head toward me. "Drama queen."
"What's your problem?"
"Nothing. Now get lost. I don't want you here staring at my dick while I take a shower."
"I don't stare at anybody's…" I began to say, but decided to leave the locker room.
I rushed out, and before the door closed, I heard Jason and some of the other guys arguing with Bryan. I felt great satisfaction; at least the whole team wasn't against me. Besides, Bryan had nothing to look at, I thought, amused.
The trees along the sidewalk leading to the school provided some much-appreciated shade from the noontime sun. The breeze was still blowing, helping me cool off my temper. This wasn't a battle I was going to let Bryan or Chris win.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and noticed that lunch was just starting. I jogged inside, shoved my bag into my locker, and made a beeline for the cafeteria. The line for food wasn't too long; I saw several people with full trays standing around, awkwardly looking for somewhere to sit. Nobody paid me any attention.
Well, almost nobody. When I took a tray from the pile, there were two girls sitting at a nearby table whispering to each other, and looking at me. I flashed them a smile, and they blushed. Sorry girls, not interested.
Before my tray was loaded up, I searched the room for an empty seat. My eye caught one of the few seats that had not been claimed at a table on the other side of the room.
"Thanks," I said to the gray-haired lunch lady as she dropped a roll onto my tray.
She smiled a me broadly and wished me a good meal.
Careful not to drop anything, I took a few steps in the direction of the table before I noticed the empty seat was directly across from Kenny. He was sitting alone, scrolling on his phone while he ate. His back was toward me, but there was no question about who it was. I stopped and looked around but decided then to go and sit with him before anyone else occupied the seat.
"Um… hi," he said, giving me a shy smile when I sat down.
"Was it you or Chris who vandalized my car?" I blurted out, staring straight into his blue eyes.
The smile on his face vanished and turned into confusion.
"You… you're joking right?" he said in a low voice.
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