Chapter 8

“That kid on Tuesday…”

“Canning.”

“Whatever. He the only one?”

“No.”

“What do they do?”

Jayden snorted. “Call me names, mostly. I mean, it’s not fun, you know, I don’t like it, but it is mostly just name-calling. Since we got mixed up into the GCSE classes, I don’t share lessons with most of them anymore. And when I do…you know, they write on my things, they rip up my work. They’ve stolen my blazer a few times. It’s, you know, little stuff. It’s not that bad. Really, it’s not.”

“So why do you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself, not me?”

“Let’s not talk about this,” Jayden pleaded. He sounded pathetic and he knew it, but he didn’t want to talk about this. He didn’t want to tell Darren what it was like—Darren, who probably didn’t have the first idea about…about being gay at a school like Woodbourne. Darren wasn’t even gay—or probably wasn’t, and if he was, anyway, surely he would have said something on Tuesday? So he wasn’t. So he had no idea.