Chapter 17

Tyler Hin wrapped his arms around Ben. “You doing okay?”

“It’s just bullshit.” Ben shrugged, pretending it was no big deal. “Coach’ll eventually chill. It’s been out there before. Not on this large a scale…”

“Who ratted you out?”

“I dunno. Maybe no one. Maybe this jerk who wrote the piece for the sports page just made it all up, like that Omlet guy seems to do. Why would they use a blog like his as a reliable source?”

“Story says they talked to a real one.”

Ben suddenly realized he and Tyler were still hugging. He broke free. “Three people know I’ve been with a guy sexually. Four, I guess. Five? Six? I guess it depends what one considers sex. Fuck.” Ben stopped counting. “None of them would throw me under the bus.” He honestly believed that.

“Six people you know of,” Tyler countered. “Sometimes, people know stuff you don’t know they know.”

Ben sighed and waved it all away. “How are you doing?” he asked.

“All’s well in my hell.” Tyler took off his backpack.