Shay turned to look at Dwayne. He was looking back at Shay with such a look of sadness, Shay thought Dwayne might cry.
Shay’s heart ached. He did love Dwayne. But he couldn’t be thought of as a queer, even if that was what he really was. After a long time of wrestling with himself, Shay said, “Okay, but there’s got to be rules.”
“Okay,” Dwayne said, smiling tentatively.
“I won’t drive you to school in the morning anymore, since I don’t pick up Lilly.”
Dwayne nodded.
“No more meeting me in the hallway and walking with me to classes—even physics that we have together with Mr. Southworth.”
Dwayne nodded again. “Okay.”
“No studying together in the library, don’t sit near me at lunch, and no more doing stuff together on weekends—like movies and things.”
Dwayne sighed resignedly. “Sure.”
“And I can only give you a ride home if Lilly is with us. Can you do all that?”
“Yes.”
Shay let out a deep breath. He turned and began to start the car. “Okay then. I’ll see you around.”