“They guessed,” Jayden admitted. “I mean…Charley knows-knows. I told her. And I told Darren.”
“Who?” Dad asked.
“The musician Jayden worked with on the Christmas play,” Mum said.
“What, the St. John’s kid with the crazy hair who was round the other week?”
“Yeah,” Jayden said. For a half-second, he toyed with the idea of finishing this confession, of telling them about him and Darren, but then he realised that firstly, he’d cry all over again, and secondly, Mum would immediately insist on having Darren over to meet him formally, as her son’s boyfriend, and Darren would probably implode at the mere thought of it.
And oh God, what if she wanted to meet his parents?
That sealed it. Jayden kept his mouth shut. He’d have to talk to Darren about that first.
“Why?” Mum asked. “You only met him in September.”