Chapter 4

Sitting on the couch with another guy surrounded by super-hyped girls, Steve wondered if the kitchen wouldn’t have been a better choice.

“So you came with Jase?” The slender, nearly effeminate guy eyed Steve. He looked surprised. “I’m Gordy, by the way.”

“Steve.” He extended his hand, and Gordy giggled. The girls around them were giggling and bouncing around each other.

“Yeah, I came with Jase.”

“You’re not his usual type.” Gordy smirked as if Steve failed an important test.

Steve decided to let it pass. So far in his life he hadn’t been anyone’s type, so why go there?

“What’s up with the kitchen?” he asked instead.

“Oh, they’re rehashing the game. Jase hasn’t been playing as well this semester. As rumor has it, not since he met you anyway. They’re gonna give him hell.” Gordy took a breath and moved closer to Steve. “They just don’t think he’s got his head in the game. They probably even blame him for losing the game tonight.”