Darian turned him on, but so what? So did Ange, and so did Lamar for that matter. After all, didn’t Stacy come last night too? For all he knew, Darian could just be a nice guy, sitting with him at lunch and talking to him after class because he knew Stacy’s history in school. He had been a cut-up himself, he said as much. Maybe Darian wanted nothing more than to do for Stacy what his brother did for him all those years ago. It made sense. Why read any more into it?
But the way he looks at me,Stacy tried to argue. He kept glancing back towards the school, hoping to see a car or truck with Darian behind the wheel. Some of the things he says. Those hands touching me all the time, how can I not read into that?