No More Mio Amore

Chapter Eight “Confidential?”
 

October 21, 1999

“Daphne!” Justin grabbed Daphne’s arm and brought her near a cubby in the school’s hallway.

“What? Shit Justin, you scared me,” Daphne giggled.

“Did you tell September about us doing it?”

“Why?” Daphne cautiously asked.

“She was staring at me all first period.”

“So… you know she probably likes you. All the girls do.”

“I don’t want all the girls to like me.”

“Too bad.” Daphne tried to walk away but Justin grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him.

Justin furrowed his brow. “You told her, didn’t you?”

“Why would you think that?”

“First. You’re a horrible liar. Second. I know you both were studying for midterms last night. Third. She wasn’t only staring at me, she was drooling over me and kept giving me funny looks.”

“Why do you care?” Daphne sighed. “Everyone at school thinks we’re dating anyway. Don’t you think they probably guess that we have sex?”

Justin crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared. “I’m gay,” he whispered.

“I know. That’s exactly why I told her.”

“What do you mean?” Justin hissed.

“She kept asking me about how far we’ve gone together. She wouldn’t stop talking about it and I told her we hadn’t done anything but kiss…first. September started saying that only a gay guy would date a girl, hang out with a girl as long as we have and not tried anything. I tried to tell her that it was because you cared about me and didn’t want to push me. But then…” Daphne ran her hands over her face.

“What?”

“Then she said that’s all the more reason to think you’re gay. She asked me if I knew for sure you weren’t gay because she worried that you’d leave me and then everyone at school would make fun of me. They’d say I couldn’t satisfy you and turned you gay. I’d rather people think I was a slut than think I turned you gay, Justin.”

Justin let out a long breath, his anger dissipated. “So you told her we had sex?”

“Yes. I told her we did it. I said I didn’t want to tell her at first because we were afraid our parents would find out and not let us sleep over at each other’s houses anymore. So she promised she wouldn’t say anything.”

“You believe her?”

“Yeah. I know she won’t say a word. I know a lot worse shit about her that could get her in a lot of trouble,” Daphne said smugly.

Justin laughed. “Okay… just don’t be telling anyone else okay.”

“Justin what are you going to do when you do come out.”

Justin shrugged. “I don’t know if I will. I think I might wait till I’m out of high school.”

“Because of what September said? I hope not… I mean, I’m sure I could deal with whatever anyone had to say.”

“No, not because of that Daph. What’s the point of me coming out? I’m like the only gay student here. It’s won’t be meeting any hot guy that will actually want to fuck me.”

“I guess you’re right. But, I doubt you’re the only gay student here Justin.”

“Yeah, well if I come out it isn’t going to inspire anyone. It’ll probably be the opposite and I don’t want to deal with that. I just want to be done with high school. I think I’ll just go along with this ruse until the end of the year, or until you want to get a real boyfriend.”

“Like that’ll happen,” Daphne laughed. “I kind of like our arrangement. No nasty guys hit on me and all the girls are jealous of me. Now, don’t tell me you’re going to give up on getting laid.”

“I got laid,” teased Justin.

“You know what I mean. Just because you’re going to wait to come out, doesn’t mean you should stop your quest to get fucked.”

Justin blushed. “Shut up, Daphne.” The bell rang for second period. “Come on we better book it or Holland is going to give us detention.”

“He won’t give me detention. I only have one tardy. This is your third so I bet you’ll be spending a little time after school doing his bidding.”

“Fuck,” Justin groaned. He grabbed Daphne’s hand and they walked out of the cubby and walked quickly down the empty hall to their class. They never saw Chris Hobbes hiding around the corner of the alcove.

“Nice of you lovebirds to join us,” Mr. Holland sneered at Daphne and Justin when they walked in.

“Shit,” Justin mumbled taking his seat beside Daphne.

Mr. Holland looked at a clipboard on his desk, made a few marks with his pencil and glared at Justin. “That’s your third tardy, Mr. Taylor. That means…” he stopped speaking and rolled his eyes as Chris Hobbes rushed inside the classroom and took his seat behind Justin. “Hobbes, that’s your third tardy too. You and Mr. Taylor will be spending an hour after school cleaning out the equipment room. Ms. Chanders, that’s your second tardy. One more and you’ll spend an hour cleaning the girl’s locker room.”

“Sorry, Mr. Holland,” Daphne said sweetly.

Justin groaned and put his head on his desk.

Chris faked upset; his eyes stared at Justin’s ass that poked out through the back of chair.

 

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