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already heard.
Her response was quick. Yeah, but I didn’t have to add to it. Should have been more of a friend.
You’re all right, as friends go. I mean, I have so many.
You have me and Carl.
Yay!
And your brother.
Now you’re depressing me.
Suck it up, princess.
He grinned in the dark. I’ll only let you get away with saying that.
What you gonna do? Hit me? You’re the one who gets knocked out all the time, dude.
Once!
I’m sure it won’t be the last time.
Ouch! he wrote back.
But true.
Maybe.
So so so so so so so true.
You didn’t have to have so many “so”s there, Em.
There were more, but my fingers were tired. Night, MJ.
Night, Emma.
Micah locked his phone and rolled over, staring out the window. There wasn’t much of a moon tonight, so the neighbourhood was shrouded in darkness. Micah wished for one light, just one, to be on so he knew he wasn’t alone. That there was one more person out there plagued by worry and doubt.
Maybe they were just lying in the dark too.
Chapter 5
MICAH ENDED up staying away from school for three days, and as Carl had told him, the rumours only continued to grow and become even more outlandish. Micah wanted to vomit when he heard that he was apparently fucking Coach Howard.
And if he knew Coach Howard wouldn’t be too happy about that little rumour reaching his ears, Micah was positive the coach’s wife wouldn’t be too happy about it either.
And, ugh, he would never go out with a coach. Okay, so it wasn’t a hard-and-fast rule, but generally they were too authoritarian and exhibited too much love of power.
Then he remembered Dec was starting to look at an assistant coaching position among the AFL teams, and he should make sure he never said that kind of thing around him or Simon.
His eye was almost its normal size again, and the purple had faded to a jaundiced yellow. However, judging by most of his fellow students’ reactions, the story was more important than the reality. Carl jumped in front of him, phone at the ready. “Smile!”
Micah flinched as the flash went off. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Emma wants a photo.”
“She should have tried to get it a few days ago when it really looked like something.”
“Ouch,” Carl said, inspecting the photo as if it were worthy of exhibition by the Magnum photographers. “It looked worse ?”
“Yep.”
“I’ll run the pic through some filters to make it look more gross. That should make her happy.”
“As long as Emma’s happy.”
“Don’t be irate, mate.”
Micah grinned. “I won’t be glum, chum.”
“Set a trend, friend.”
“See you after class, you arse.”
“Oh, that’s nice, real nice, Micah Johnson.”
“Didn’t you hear?” Micah said before he dashed into his classroom, “I’m very nice. I’m fucking half the school football team and the coach!”
“You should probably say that a little softer next time,” Carl called after him, but it was wasted on the air left in Micah’s wake.
Micah had never been so glad for lunchtime to roll around. If he had thought he was the school pariah before, it was nothing compared to how people were talking about him now. You’d think he was a mass murderer instead of the only gay in the village.
Except for Will, of course.
When the bell went, Micah hurriedly stuffed his books in his bag and was the first out the classroom door. He headed for one of the closest exits that led out to the courtyard when he turned the corner and ran straight into Will. Will went sprawling on the ground, his bag skidding away from him.
“Fuck,” Micah hissed. “This day just keeps getting better and better.”
Will got to his feet quickly and glared at him. “It’s not like mine’s been that great either. You haven’t been here for the past three days.”
“Do you expect me to feel sorry for you?” Unbelievable!
Hearing the oncoming wave of students eager for lunch, Will nodded towards an empty classroom.
Micah
Her response was quick. Yeah, but I didn’t have to add to it. Should have been more of a friend.
You’re all right, as friends go. I mean, I have so many.
You have me and Carl.
Yay!
And your brother.
Now you’re depressing me.
Suck it up, princess.
He grinned in the dark. I’ll only let you get away with saying that.
What you gonna do? Hit me? You’re the one who gets knocked out all the time, dude.
Once!
I’m sure it won’t be the last time.
Ouch! he wrote back.
But true.
Maybe.
So so so so so so so true.
You didn’t have to have so many “so”s there, Em.
There were more, but my fingers were tired. Night, MJ.
Night, Emma.
Micah locked his phone and rolled over, staring out the window. There wasn’t much of a moon tonight, so the neighbourhood was shrouded in darkness. Micah wished for one light, just one, to be on so he knew he wasn’t alone. That there was one more person out there plagued by worry and doubt.
Maybe they were just lying in the dark too.
Chapter 5
MICAH ENDED up staying away from school for three days, and as Carl had told him, the rumours only continued to grow and become even more outlandish. Micah wanted to vomit when he heard that he was apparently fucking Coach Howard.
And if he knew Coach Howard wouldn’t be too happy about that little rumour reaching his ears, Micah was positive the coach’s wife wouldn’t be too happy about it either.
And, ugh, he would never go out with a coach. Okay, so it wasn’t a hard-and-fast rule, but generally they were too authoritarian and exhibited too much love of power.
Then he remembered Dec was starting to look at an assistant coaching position among the AFL teams, and he should make sure he never said that kind of thing around him or Simon.
His eye was almost its normal size again, and the purple had faded to a jaundiced yellow. However, judging by most of his fellow students’ reactions, the story was more important than the reality. Carl jumped in front of him, phone at the ready. “Smile!”
Micah flinched as the flash went off. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Emma wants a photo.”
“She should have tried to get it a few days ago when it really looked like something.”
“Ouch,” Carl said, inspecting the photo as if it were worthy of exhibition by the Magnum photographers. “It looked worse ?”
“Yep.”
“I’ll run the pic through some filters to make it look more gross. That should make her happy.”
“As long as Emma’s happy.”
“Don’t be irate, mate.”
Micah grinned. “I won’t be glum, chum.”
“Set a trend, friend.”
“See you after class, you arse.”
“Oh, that’s nice, real nice, Micah Johnson.”
“Didn’t you hear?” Micah said before he dashed into his classroom, “I’m very nice. I’m fucking half the school football team and the coach!”
“You should probably say that a little softer next time,” Carl called after him, but it was wasted on the air left in Micah’s wake.
Micah had never been so glad for lunchtime to roll around. If he had thought he was the school pariah before, it was nothing compared to how people were talking about him now. You’d think he was a mass murderer instead of the only gay in the village.
Except for Will, of course.
When the bell went, Micah hurriedly stuffed his books in his bag and was the first out the classroom door. He headed for one of the closest exits that led out to the courtyard when he turned the corner and ran straight into Will. Will went sprawling on the ground, his bag skidding away from him.
“Fuck,” Micah hissed. “This day just keeps getting better and better.”
Will got to his feet quickly and glared at him. “It’s not like mine’s been that great either. You haven’t been here for the past three days.”
“Do you expect me to feel sorry for you?” Unbelievable!
Hearing the oncoming wave of students eager for lunch, Will nodded towards an empty classroom.
Micah
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