Rainbow High
his arms through the sleeves.
    Kyle recal ed his cold hands when he’d arrived. “Take my gloves.”
    Jason brushed them aside. “I don’t want to take your gloves.”
    “Take them,” Kyle insisted. “I have another pair.”
    Jason took them. “Later.” He stepped out the door and down the driveway, leaning into the wind. Kyle watched, hoping he’d turn around.
    “Kyle!” his dad yel ed. “You’re letting in the cold.”
    Kyle pul ed the door closed just enough so he could stil watch until Jason disappeared down the dark, tree-lined street.
    Sidling into the living room, he stood before his parents. “Why do I have to keep my bedroom door open?” His mom glanced at him over the rim of her glasses. “Because,” she said, calmly closing her book, “we’d feel more comfortable.”
    “About what? Whenever Nelson comes over we always close the door.” His dad peered over the newspaper. “That’s different.”
    “Why’s it different?” Kyle insisted.
    “Because Nelson isn’t your boyfriend,” his mom said.
    Kyle shoved his hands into his pockets. “So Jason and I can’t have any privacy because you’re afraid we’l do something? That’s pretty homophobic.”
    His mom pushed a strand of graying blond hair behind her ear. “Kyle, that’s not fair. Your dad and I are trying very hard to be understanding.
    If you had a girlfriend, we’d have the same rule. You can have Jason in your room, but keep the door open.”
    “Why? You afraid one of us wil get pregnant?”
    With that, he stomped up to his room and tossed himself onto the bed, where only minutes earlier he’d lain with Jason.
    There was no way he could stay home and go to community col ege. What was the point, if Jason and he couldn’t be alone together?
    How would they ever make out again—much less make love?
    They absolutely had to go to Tech. Once away from home, there was no way his parents—or anyone—could keep Jason and him apart.
    Except . . . what if Jason lost his scholarship?
    Kyle shut his eyes, not wanting to think about that.

chapter 6
jason nelson kyle
    Jason trudged home, rehashing in his mind some of the things Kyle had said that evening and wondering since when had they become
    “boyfriends.” They’d never discussed it.
    True, they’d had sex. But that just sort of happened. Jason had wanted it to happen and wished it could happen more often—a whole lot more often. But did that make them boyfriends? What did it mean for two guys to be boyfriends?
    He definitely liked Kyle a lot. He was funny, sweet, smart, and always there to help. There was never a better listener, and Jason enjoyed spending time with him more than with anyone else he’d ever known.
    He also liked being physical with Kyle—not just in sex, but also kissing and holding him. He ached to be with him.
    But it worried Jason the way Kyle was so ready to sacrifice Tech and jump on the forever bus. Sure, it was a total rush. But was Jason ready for so much in-love-ness? Was either of them? What if Kyle got hurt—the same as Debra had?
    As Jason walked down the street, thinking and fretting, a cold gust of wind blew into his face. At least his hands were warm inside Kyle’s gloves.
    The fol owing day on the way to the lunchroom, Corey’s voice cal ed out, “Yo, Jason!” He jostled toward Jason across the crowded hal . “What’s with you, man? Didn’t you hear me?” He raised his arm to clasp hands.
    “Sorry,” Jason said, grabbing hold of Corey’s hand. “I guess I was zoned out.” As they herded into the ketchupy-smel ing cafeteria, Jason peered through the glass panes of the food line, and took a plate of something red—maybe pizza, lasagna, or cherry cobbler—he wasn’t sure which. When they got to the cash register, he couldn’t find his lunch ticket.
    Corey lent him some money, whispering, “You sure you’re al right?”
    Jason shrugged. He hadn’t told Corey yet about coming out to Coach or about everything going on with

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