Chapter 18

“Okay. Yeah. What is it?” I’d made the book transfer and was now leaning on the closed locker. Time was ticking.

He looked up at me. Licked his lips. Looked away. Looked at me again.

“What is it?” I grumbled.

At least he knew me well enough to know I wouldn’t hit him or do him any harm. He didn’t even flinch when I growled.

He sighed.

“Okay. Look. I gotta tell you. I’m straight. I’m not gay.” His shoulders slumped.

That was it? What the fuck?

“Okay. Good for you. Now I gotta run,” I said and patted him on the back. “See you tomorrow.”