“Told you,” Conner intoned. “He’s queer.” My back teeth came together. “What the fuck is your problem, Con?” I snapped. “I’ve been listening to you sling hate at me for weeks. I thought you were better than that.” “He didn’t deny it,” one of the other guys said. He was a close friend of Con’s. “I bet they were making out in the car just now,” the guy I rushed with said. I looked at him, incredulous. Was this for real? Were these guys really standing here harassing me because they thought I was gay?
