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“For what?”
“For flyers. A repeat performance ofCream My Facecould bring in a few bucks, and a few bucks could get me some good X.”
“Why do you need cash? Don’t you have that job at Nature’s Foodway?”
“Fired. They said I flirted with too many customers.” He wiped at his face, licking the stickiness from his fingers afterward.
“You could get another job.” I realized that I’d just suggested Minty get a job so he could buy illegal drugs. I rolled my eyes at myself.
“Jobs are for losers, Heartbreaker. Real queers make their money via the world’s oldest profession.”
“Prostitution?”
“Wait—is that the world’s oldest profession?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, I thought it was theater for some reason.” He stood there covered in ice cream, with his arms straight out from his sides, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. “I should have brought another shirt. This wasn’t planned well. I’m going to reek of rotten milk by the end of the day.”
I put away my camera and Spanish book. “Let’s go to the bathroom so you can clean up. I have a T-shirt in my bag. You can borrow it.”
“I’d rather stink of spoiled milk than wearyourhideous boy-drag.”
“Minty,” I said, maneuvering him into the University Center and toward the men’s room. “Let’s just wash your face, then you can go back to your dorm to shower. You look like someone jizzed all over you.”
He grinned. “That’s the whole point!”
Three guys were washing their hands at the sinks, and they stared at us like we’d just come from some wild on-campus bukkake party. Of the three, one of them looked moreangrythan freaked out, and my heart kicked at the flashing rage in his eyes.
I forced Minty over to the one empty sink. He needed to clean his face and get his tutu off before we both got beaten up.
“Hurry,” I whispered.
At that point the tallest guy left, but the angry-looking one and his friend both lingered. Rage-face couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from Minty.
Sweat popped out at my temples, and my stomach began churning. A cowardly part of me wished I’d just minded my own business outside and left Minty to deal with his stupid sticky problem by himself.
“Let’s just go,” I urged. “You can wash up in your dorm.”
“Nah, no way. I’m not going anywhere with all this cream on me.” Minty wiped at his skin again and licked his fingers. He noticed my anxiety. “What’s your problem?”
I glanced toward the guys who had now moved to block the door with their big, built bodies.
“Oh, yeah,” Minty murmured. “Good taste. Hot.”
I glared at him.
He ogled the guys as tension escalated in the bathroom. It was like electricity on my skin. I couldn’t stop myself from staring back, breath caught, horror freezing me in place.
Rage-face asked, “What the fuck are you looking at, cocksuckers?”
Minty smiled winningly. “An ugly son of a bitch. What areyoulooking at?”
“A faggot with a big mouth.”
“It sure is. Very big. And your daddy likes to use it.” Minty moved his hand in the universal blow-job motion and smirked.
Rage-face snarled, lunging forward. His pal grabbed his arm to swing him around. “C’mon, Kyle. It’s not worth it. They’re not worth it.”
