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Authors: Alex Sanchez
Tags: Fiction, Literary, General, Gay, Action & Adventure, Juvenile Fiction, Psychology, Social Issues, Interpersonal relations, School & Education, Schools, Psychopathology, Dating & Sex, High schools, Homosexuality, Coming Out (Sexual Orientation), Alcoholism, Drugs; Alcohol; Substance Abuse, Addiction, Male Homosexuality
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Debra got in and laid her hand on Jason’s. “Honey, let’s drive out by the golf course.” They parked in the little lane by the fairway. Debra leaned close to Jason. “Can you crack your window and leave the heater on?” She snuggled against him. “It’s cold!”
He did as she said, and she sank into his shoulder. “Guess what? It’s almost our two-year anniversary. We started going out right after homecoming. Remember?”
“Hm,” he said, the radio music drifting in and out of his consciousness. He stared across the golf course at a row of clouds drifting across the sliver of moon. He thought how he hated being angry at Debra and how he hated living at home; he thought about his grades and SATs; he thought about wanting to graduate and get away to college. He thought about the jokes at Nelson’s expense. A nd he remembered Kyle giving him a ride home.
Debra lifted her head from his shoulder. “A re you angry at me?”
The suddenness of her question startled him. “No.” He started to kiss her, pressing his lips against hers, but a yawn overpowered him and he had to pull away.
“Honey?” She reached up and ran her fingertips across his face. “What’s the matter?”
“I don’t know,” he said, a little choked. “Maybe it’s the heat.” He shut the heater off, hoping that was it, but the truth was that he felt no desire for her. Two weeks had passed since the last time they had sex—when he couldn’t keep himself from thinking about Kyle.
He leaned back in the seat and stared out the windshield. The wind had blown all the clouds away, but the moon was thin and dim, barely lighting the darkness. He wondered if he should even try having sex. Maybe touching her would rev him up. He leaned over and unzipped the back of her dress.
She helped by peeling off her bra. Her breathing became quicker, but it only reminded him of snoring, like when his little sister fell asleep on the couch watching TV. Before he could contain it, another cavernous yawn escaped his mouth.
Debra laid her hand on his. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”
Jason looked at her face. The dim moonlight glistening in her eyes made her look like she might cry.
Debra pulled up her gown, covering herself. “There’s something you’re not telling me.” Jason shuffled his feet. “Nothing’s wrong.” He bit into the nail of his left thumb.
Debra folded her arms across her chest. “You know, half the time I have no idea what’s going on inside that head of yours.” Jason bit off another crescent of fingernail and tried to think what excuse he could give her for not wanting to make love. But he shouldn’t have to make excuses. His anger clouded his thinking. Maybe they should just break up.
“It’s my head,” he snapped at her. “I don’t have to answer to you. A nd I don’t like the third degree.” Her eyes sank into her face. She blinked, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
He knew he’d hurt her and he felt ashamed for it. He should have left things alone. He took a deep breath. “I think maybe I need some space to think about some things.”
She looked up at him, her brow knit up in confusion. She brushed the hair away from her face, but a strand remained stuck to the wet spot on her cheek. “What kind of things? Can you at least give me some idea what this is about?” He looked out the window again, across the golf course. He wanted to be honest with her, but when he opened his mouth to speak, his throat clenched.
“Is it me?” Debra said, her voice cracking.
He leaned his head onto the steering wheel. “No,” he sighed.
From the corner of his eye, he saw her pull a tissue from her pocketbook. She patted her eyes, then crumpled the tissue into a little white ball in her fist. “Jason?” Her voice was stern. “Is there someone else?” He knew she meant another girl. He wished there were. That would be easier. He considered making up a story, but he’d already been less than honest.
Debra got in and laid her hand on Jason’s. “Honey, let’s drive out by the golf course.” They parked in the little lane by the fairway. Debra leaned close to Jason. “Can you crack your window and leave the heater on?” She snuggled against him. “It’s cold!”
He did as she said, and she sank into his shoulder. “Guess what? It’s almost our two-year anniversary. We started going out right after homecoming. Remember?”
“Hm,” he said, the radio music drifting in and out of his consciousness. He stared across the golf course at a row of clouds drifting across the sliver of moon. He thought how he hated being angry at Debra and how he hated living at home; he thought about his grades and SATs; he thought about wanting to graduate and get away to college. He thought about the jokes at Nelson’s expense. A nd he remembered Kyle giving him a ride home.
Debra lifted her head from his shoulder. “A re you angry at me?”
The suddenness of her question startled him. “No.” He started to kiss her, pressing his lips against hers, but a yawn overpowered him and he had to pull away.
“Honey?” She reached up and ran her fingertips across his face. “What’s the matter?”
“I don’t know,” he said, a little choked. “Maybe it’s the heat.” He shut the heater off, hoping that was it, but the truth was that he felt no desire for her. Two weeks had passed since the last time they had sex—when he couldn’t keep himself from thinking about Kyle.
He leaned back in the seat and stared out the windshield. The wind had blown all the clouds away, but the moon was thin and dim, barely lighting the darkness. He wondered if he should even try having sex. Maybe touching her would rev him up. He leaned over and unzipped the back of her dress.
She helped by peeling off her bra. Her breathing became quicker, but it only reminded him of snoring, like when his little sister fell asleep on the couch watching TV. Before he could contain it, another cavernous yawn escaped his mouth.
Debra laid her hand on his. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”
Jason looked at her face. The dim moonlight glistening in her eyes made her look like she might cry.
Debra pulled up her gown, covering herself. “There’s something you’re not telling me.” Jason shuffled his feet. “Nothing’s wrong.” He bit into the nail of his left thumb.
Debra folded her arms across her chest. “You know, half the time I have no idea what’s going on inside that head of yours.” Jason bit off another crescent of fingernail and tried to think what excuse he could give her for not wanting to make love. But he shouldn’t have to make excuses. His anger clouded his thinking. Maybe they should just break up.
“It’s my head,” he snapped at her. “I don’t have to answer to you. A nd I don’t like the third degree.” Her eyes sank into her face. She blinked, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
He knew he’d hurt her and he felt ashamed for it. He should have left things alone. He took a deep breath. “I think maybe I need some space to think about some things.”
She looked up at him, her brow knit up in confusion. She brushed the hair away from her face, but a strand remained stuck to the wet spot on her cheek. “What kind of things? Can you at least give me some idea what this is about?” He looked out the window again, across the golf course. He wanted to be honest with her, but when he opened his mouth to speak, his throat clenched.
“Is it me?” Debra said, her voice cracking.
He leaned his head onto the steering wheel. “No,” he sighed.
From the corner of his eye, he saw her pull a tissue from her pocketbook. She patted her eyes, then crumpled the tissue into a little white ball in her fist. “Jason?” Her voice was stern. “Is there someone else?” He knew she meant another girl. He wished there were. That would be easier. He considered making up a story, but he’d already been less than honest.
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