Straight

by Seth King

Is this because of-” “Because of what?” He glances over my shoulder, then plays with his cuticle. “Nothing, it’s just…did I see you outside your house with that one kid? The one who had blue hair last year? ‘Gothic Justin Bieber,’ as people call him?” I grip the table. “Um. Maybe.” “Well I was driving my dog to the vet, and I saw you guys. Is he your partner for that project?” I gulp, then shrug. Why would I run away from something I’m not even ashamed of? And he’s given me the perfect excuse, after all… “Yeah, I guess,” I finally say. “Why?” He smile-frowns. “Well, isn’t he…isn’t he super freaking gay?” He says the word “gay” like he’s actually saying “a circus performer with leprosy.” I always thought he was progressive, so I have no idea why he’s talking like this. Still I play dumb. “I don’t know. Is he?” He looks at me like I just shot a puppy. “I mean, isn’t it apparent?” “What? Seriously, what?” I ask. “He was helping me with that project.” And he was helping me, I think to myself – helping me with the project of sucking me off. I want to moan just thinking about it. “Whatever you say,” Thad exhales as he turns away. “I just…you know, you guys seemed very aware of each other. Even from afar. It was like how I am with Lexi.” “You’re dating Lexi.” “I know. Or, I was, but we decided to take some time off the other day.” “Sorry about that. Don’t know what you’re talking about with Ty Stanton, though. He’s just a good friend.” He frowns. Soon he sits taller and slaps my ...