Page 2 of Swim Crush

Danny ignored me. “What about him? He’s kind of cute…in a nerdy way.”

“You don’t even know if he’s gay.”

“That’s why I gave him the towel. I think he looked. Do you think he looked at it?”

“Jesus, Danny, I didn’t notice. I was too busy rolling my eyes at your flagrant display.”

“He seems like he’d have a tight ass,” Danny said matter-of-factly before pulling up his boxers.

“Shhh! He’ll hear you.”

“Good, then maybe you’ll get laid.” He pulled a shirt over his head before adding, “Finally.”

“You seem way too concerned about me. What about you?”

“I pulled two chicks last wee– What’s that?”

I looked down to where he was pointing. A piece of paper had fallen out of my locker when I pulled my duffel bag out. Even with it on the floor, I could read my name on it. It was folded into a small square, so it took me a second to get to the words.

I think you’re amazing, and it means a lot that someone like you is so open and proud about who they are. Like last week, when you wore a different rainbow-themed shirt every day. My favorite was the unicorn one.

It made me feel a little less alone.

With admiration, Harpocrates

“Harpo-what?” Danny shrieked.

I was already Googling it. “The Greek god of silence, secrets and confidentiality.”

“Ohhhhh.”

“What do you mean, ‘Ohhhhh’?”

“You, my friend, have a secret admirer. Looks like I don’t have to help you much longer.”

Hmmm. I didn’t want to get my hopes up too much, but it certainly made me feel good – to have that kind of impact. Even if it was just one person.

CHAPTER 2

“So what did it say exactly?”

My roommate had commandeered homework time as soon as he found out about the note. I should’ve known better than to mention it.

“Do you still have it?” Logan asked.

“You’re as excited as Danny was.”

“No shit. He’s been trying to get you laid longer than me.”

Logan was also comfortable with my homosexuality. Apparently, my pheromones attracted friendly guys that liked being naked around me. I saw Logan’s ass more than I saw Danny’s. It was a curse and a blessing.

“Both of you have the equipment I’m looking for, so you could’ve done something about it a long time ago,” I challenged, which seemed to shut him up. For a few seconds, anyway.

“Point taken…and let’s put a pin in that, shall we? Just show me the note.”

Put a pin in that?

His hand was incessant, so I handed it over then asked him to put a shirt on.