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I mumble something about a free period. I pick up my bag. A doesn’t have one, and I hope the teacher doesn’t notice.
We say goodbye in the hallway. I know I’m not going to see him like this again. I will see him as someone else. But not like this. Not with him as hopeful as he was when he saw me this morning.
I can still feel the connection between us, even as I walk away.
—
I go to Justin’s locker after school, but he’s already gone.
I spend the rest of the day and night alone. My parents don’t count.
Chapter Sixteen
Something is off the next day. Justin barely speaks to me. Rebecca looks at me curiously. Even my teachers seem more aware that I’m in the room, and won’t stop calling on me. I have an English report I have to finish during lunch, so I spend it in the library.
After sixth period, Preston texts to see if I want to do something after school. I feel like I haven’t talked to him in a while—and I’m grateful that someone is actually trying to make plans with me.
We decide to drive to the outlet mall—Preston has a cousin at Burberry who’s let him know the coat he’s been crushing on is getting marked down today. He still can’t afford it, but at least he can try it on one more time before it’s sold.
I think the coat’s going to be the top priority in our conversation, but then Preston jumps in my car, plugs in his iPod to blast some Robyn, and says, “So…spill!”
“What am I supposed to be spilling?” I ask as I pull out of the parking lot.
Preston sighs theatrically. “Must I spell it out for you? I have it from very reliable sources that you were walking the halls yesterday with a rather attractive gentleman who nobody’s ever seen before. You may have even sequestered yourself in an empty classroom with him—although when you emerged, there was no evidence of untoward behavior. Apparently his hair is very swoopy, which has led at least fifty-eight percent of my reliable sources to believe he may play for my team. Which would be the most exciting news to hit my world in about a decade. Every night I pray for a lovely, swoopy-haired homosexual to come to our school, in the same way that Margaret prayed for boobs and my grandfather prays for my eternal salvation.”
I remind myself I need to keep driving. I need to focus or I know I’m going to swerve.
Caution. My first instinct is to say, I have no idea what you’re talking about. But clearly someone saw me. Many people saw me.
My second instinct is to think, Justin’s heard. Justin knows.
My third instinct is to scream.
My fourth instinct is to cry.
My fifth instinct is to deny all these other instincts and say, lightly, “I’m sorry, Preston—I have no idea if he swoops your way. He was just a prospective student—I’ve started showing them around, like Tiffany does. He lives in California—he’s not even sure his dad is going to get the job here. And even if he did…the whole question of straightness or gayness didn’t come up.”
“Oh.” Poor Preston looks so disappointed.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay. A boy can dream, can’t he?”
I want to tell him maybe it’s better that way. Maybe real life is never going to live up to his daydreamy kind of love.
“So who saw me?” I ask delicately. “I mean, us.”
“Kara Wallace and her group. Lindsay Craig thought you were macking on him—but then they saw you leave and said everything was in the right place, if you know what I mean. Kara was all excited, because her gaydar was really going off.”
“Do you really believe in that gaydar stuff?”
Preston nods. “You can tell. There’s an energy that travels between you. I can’t say whether it’s body language or if there’s an actual chemical reaction. But you can feel it. He puts it out there, you put it out there, and you can feel it.”
I think about A. About the way I knew it was him.
Then I put that thought away.
“And has word of this spread? I mean, should I be worried about Justin hearing the gossip?”
