Disowned
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 7
Javier
My hair was still wet when I jogged from the locker room to the main building. I glanced around in the crowded hallway until I spotted Kenny waiting for me near his locker. I flashed him a big grin and approached my boyfriend.
"Hey! Have you been here long?" I asked.
He took his phone to check the time. Before he had a chance to answer, I stepped forward and brought my face near his. Flinching, he moved back.
"You can't fucking kiss me here," he hissed.
"Relax. The whole football team knows we're dating. Nobody cares."
We walked out the door and toward the parking lot. I resisted the temptation to take hold of his hand. We had walked hand in hand the day before, but now I sensed my boyfriend wasn't in the mood.
"Look, I just wish we could keep a low profile," he said.
"Okay, okay," I said. "Should I start avoiding you at school?"
I had meant it as a joke, but when I glanced at him, I wasn't sure if he was actually seriously considering it. I waited for an answer, but he just looked down, avoiding my gaze.
"Fine," I said bitterly. "I'll let you eat alone and won't talk to you at the lockers."
"No! I didn't mean that," he said quickly.
"Then can you tell me what I can and can't do?"
He sighed.
"I don't give a shit what the others think of us."
I repeated the sentence in my head to make sure I had understood it correctly. I probably had, but his comment confused me even more. Wasn't the whole point to keep our relationship secret from the other students? Which, by the way, was a dumb idea from such a clever guy. All my teammates knew about us, and that meant that everybody knew. We were in high school for Christ's sake.
We arrived at the parking lot and stopped in the shadows of a big tree. He cleared his throat and looked me in the eyes before turning his gaze to the ground. I sensed he had something important in mind and I instinctively took hold of his hand, but let it go as soon as I realized it.
"I'm such a lousy boyfriend, aren't I?" he said with a voice that was hardly louder than a whisper.
"No, you're not," I said. "Is something wrong?"
He blew air out of his mouth and raised his gaze. His big sad eyes were watching me. I wanted to press the fast forward button. When it came to expressing my feelings, my boyfriend was sometimes annoyingly slow.
"I really don't care what other's think of us," he said.
He offered his hands and let me take hold of them. A shy smile appeared on his face.
"It's nobody's business," I said. "Besides, it's not a big deal. Even my teammates don't care."
"I just don't want mom to know about us."
"We don't need to tell her."
I hugged him and saw his eyes were beginning to get watery.
We stood there under the tree, holding each other. I patted his back gently. Two freshmen walked by us and I read surprise on their faces. Both boys even turned to look at us twice.
We're gay, you idiots, I thought, but I didn't shout it aloud. Kenny probably wouldn't have appreciated it.
When we let go of each other, he was again in a better mood, even smiling.
"So, what would you like to do?" he asked.
"My aunt is visiting with her five little monsters," I said. "How about playing some video games at your place?"
"Um, mom's home."
I nodded. Of course, the almighty Ms. Sherman would ruin our chance of spending time alone. I had spent math class undressing Kenny in my thoughts, and now it seemed we had to leave it at that. My brother Jorge had his own place, but not once in a million years would the asshole let us borrow it.
"How about going to the mall?" he offered. "I'll buy you dinner."
"Are you asking me on a date?"
He had a mischievous smile on his face.
"Maybe."
"Sure, let's go. I'm starving."
Not wanting to waste a second, I pushed him toward our cars, which was parked next to each other at the corner of the parking lot. Most of the students had already left, and there were only a few other cars here and there. I offered my hand, and he took hold of it.
"What if we grab something quick and check whether there's a good movie playing?" I suggested.
"Great idea," he said, excited. "Is there something you would like to see?"
"Anything goes. As long as I can rub your dick in the back row."
"You're awful."
The smile didn't vanish from his face, and I was optimistic that our visit to the mall wouldn't be such a bad idea. If there weren't too many people in the movie theater, we could definitely make out there. Besides, wasn't that what all high school students were expected to do?
I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn't notice someone jogging behind us. It was only when my name was mentioned that I turned around and saw a familiar face in front of me.
"Have you made up your mind yet?" Joshua asked with a broad smile on his face.
Speechless, I just stared at him, not knowing what to say. The only thing I knew was that Kenny's hand wasn't holding mine anymore.
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