Shay sighed, and ran a hand through Dwayne’s thick, curly, blond hair and rubbed his knuckles against the scruffy beard on Dwayne’s cheek. “Me, too. But I don’t see how. We can’t take a chance on getting caught. We don’t have an excuse for being together at school anymore.”
“I don’t mean making out at school or nothing. I mean just hanging out. You know, going for a Coke, catching a movie—that kind of stuff. Two guys who are friends can be seen hanging out together, can’t they? I hang with Jimmy a lot and you’re with—what’s his name—Stewart and that other guy?”
“Randy?” Shay offered.
“Yeah, him. Nobody thinks anything of that.”
“Yeah, but they’re jocks like me. And you and Jimmy are…well…part of the drama group. Our two groups, well, we just don’t mix much. Jocks don’t think too much of drama geeks. They gave me a rough time when I was in the play.”
“Oh.”