scholarship are pretty much gone.”
“Yeah, well, we’ll get that fixed.” He smiled and brushed at a stray bit of hair. “And it’s not like we can’t talk about other things. Do you want to go over stuff now?”
Simon considered it but shook his head. “Not… not today.” He bit a lip again and knew his cheeks were turning red. “I’d rather just, uh, be with you today. Talk, you know….”
Jimmy’s smile was immediate and wide. He leaned in and dropped a kiss on Simon’s cheek, then whispered, “I’d like to kiss you for real, but I don’t want our first kiss here at school.”
“I… that’s okay. I don’t either. But… I’d kiss you too.”
Jimmy dropped another kiss on Simon’s cheek, then sat back up, but before they could speak, someone else did.
“Oh look, the fags are getting cute !”
Simon ignored Carson Whitney and the rest of his laughing table, trying not to smile when he remembered what Kip had said about him. Maybe he really wasn’t straight .
“Asshole,” Jimmy muttered.
“I swear, he’s gayer than you,” Sean said, shaking his head. “He’s just so far in the closet, he couldn’t find his way out with a map and compass.”
“What’s the matter, fags? Don’t like being called cute?” Carson taunted.
Simon rolled his eyes when the girls at the table giggled.
Ronnie sniggered. “I can’t let this go.”
“Dude, don’t get caught,” Jimmy warned.
Simon raised his eyebrows, looking from Jimmy to Ronnie, then to Sean and back to Ronnie, who was pulling out a laptop. Nothing on Sean’s or Jimmy’s faces showed true alarm, though. Ronnie touched something on his phone, then turned to the computer.
“Not going to get caught. But I’m sick of that asshole.” He typed something into his computer, expression grim and gleeful at the same time.
“Oh fuck, you’re kidding me,” Sean said, leaning over.
Ronnie shook his head. “Nope. Give me just one… more… minute.”
“Jimmy?” Simon whispered.
“Don’t worry. And this ought to be good.”
“Aw, come on, little fags! Show us how fags kiss!” Carson called, to more laughter.
“Aww, Carson, are you jealous?” Ronnie called back.
Carson snorted. “Jealous? Why would I be jealous of the fags?”
“Because they get to kiss their crush, but you just have to beat off to pics of your naked teammates on your phone!”
Carson laughed. “I don’t have pics of them on my phone!”
“Uh-huh, sure. Hey, Kevin,” Ronnie called to Carson’s best friend. “How does it feel to know he’s jerking off to your picture?”
Kevin stood, but Carson put a hand on Kevin’s shoulder. “Don’t get kicked out over the nerd. Here, look, I don’t have any pics on my phone.” Carson pulled his phone out, throwing a smug smile at Ronnie as he did so, and handed it to Kevin.
Kevin took it, and Ronnie grinned. “What the fuck is this, Carson?”
“What?” Carson turned to look at Kevin. “What’s what?”
“This, you fucking asshole! Are you gay like he says?”
“What?” The word was damned near screeched as Carson snatched the phone from Kevin’s hand. “What are? How? I didn’t do this!”
“Right,” Kevin said, shaking his head. He snatched up his bag and left the cafeteria.
Carson glared in Ronnie’s direction. “I’ll get you back for this, you asswipe,” he threatened before grabbing his own bag and following Kevin.
“What did you do?” Simon asked, wide-eyed.
Ronnie shrugged a shoulder. “I pulled a picture from the cameras they’ve got in the guys’ locker rooms and sent one to Carson’s phone. He’s an idiot. He has his number set to public on his Facebook.” Ronnie shook his head. “And they have no security on the security office here—not that they should have those cameras anyway. And none of it can be traced to me.” He grinned.
Simon wasn’t sure if he was impressed, intimidated, or a little frightened over that. “Remind me not to piss him off,” he
“Yeah, well, we’ll get that fixed.” He smiled and brushed at a stray bit of hair. “And it’s not like we can’t talk about other things. Do you want to go over stuff now?”
Simon considered it but shook his head. “Not… not today.” He bit a lip again and knew his cheeks were turning red. “I’d rather just, uh, be with you today. Talk, you know….”
Jimmy’s smile was immediate and wide. He leaned in and dropped a kiss on Simon’s cheek, then whispered, “I’d like to kiss you for real, but I don’t want our first kiss here at school.”
“I… that’s okay. I don’t either. But… I’d kiss you too.”
Jimmy dropped another kiss on Simon’s cheek, then sat back up, but before they could speak, someone else did.
“Oh look, the fags are getting cute !”
Simon ignored Carson Whitney and the rest of his laughing table, trying not to smile when he remembered what Kip had said about him. Maybe he really wasn’t straight .
“Asshole,” Jimmy muttered.
“I swear, he’s gayer than you,” Sean said, shaking his head. “He’s just so far in the closet, he couldn’t find his way out with a map and compass.”
“What’s the matter, fags? Don’t like being called cute?” Carson taunted.
Simon rolled his eyes when the girls at the table giggled.
Ronnie sniggered. “I can’t let this go.”
“Dude, don’t get caught,” Jimmy warned.
Simon raised his eyebrows, looking from Jimmy to Ronnie, then to Sean and back to Ronnie, who was pulling out a laptop. Nothing on Sean’s or Jimmy’s faces showed true alarm, though. Ronnie touched something on his phone, then turned to the computer.
“Not going to get caught. But I’m sick of that asshole.” He typed something into his computer, expression grim and gleeful at the same time.
“Oh fuck, you’re kidding me,” Sean said, leaning over.
Ronnie shook his head. “Nope. Give me just one… more… minute.”
“Jimmy?” Simon whispered.
“Don’t worry. And this ought to be good.”
“Aw, come on, little fags! Show us how fags kiss!” Carson called, to more laughter.
“Aww, Carson, are you jealous?” Ronnie called back.
Carson snorted. “Jealous? Why would I be jealous of the fags?”
“Because they get to kiss their crush, but you just have to beat off to pics of your naked teammates on your phone!”
Carson laughed. “I don’t have pics of them on my phone!”
“Uh-huh, sure. Hey, Kevin,” Ronnie called to Carson’s best friend. “How does it feel to know he’s jerking off to your picture?”
Kevin stood, but Carson put a hand on Kevin’s shoulder. “Don’t get kicked out over the nerd. Here, look, I don’t have any pics on my phone.” Carson pulled his phone out, throwing a smug smile at Ronnie as he did so, and handed it to Kevin.
Kevin took it, and Ronnie grinned. “What the fuck is this, Carson?”
“What?” Carson turned to look at Kevin. “What’s what?”
“This, you fucking asshole! Are you gay like he says?”
“What?” The word was damned near screeched as Carson snatched the phone from Kevin’s hand. “What are? How? I didn’t do this!”
“Right,” Kevin said, shaking his head. He snatched up his bag and left the cafeteria.
Carson glared in Ronnie’s direction. “I’ll get you back for this, you asswipe,” he threatened before grabbing his own bag and following Kevin.
“What did you do?” Simon asked, wide-eyed.
Ronnie shrugged a shoulder. “I pulled a picture from the cameras they’ve got in the guys’ locker rooms and sent one to Carson’s phone. He’s an idiot. He has his number set to public on his Facebook.” Ronnie shook his head. “And they have no security on the security office here—not that they should have those cameras anyway. And none of it can be traced to me.” He grinned.
Simon wasn’t sure if he was impressed, intimidated, or a little frightened over that. “Remind me not to piss him off,” he
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