“Sorry. We’re actually gonna get going. Right, Toren?” Wesley said, smiling at me.
Jen pouted at Wesley and frowned at me. She tried to urge Wesley into staying, but he was collecting the balls and putting them in the tray. When he was done, he waved slightly and said “See ya.” I followed him with an inner feeling of satisfaction.
I got into the car in case Wesley intended to collect on his bet. He got in and turned over the engine, grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me so hard that I could feel it in my toes.
“Guess I should get you home,” he said, brushing my cheek with his fingertips.
I wanted another kiss. I waited till he stopped in front of my building; then I leaned into him and kissed him. The car jumped forward and Wesley whispered “Oops.” He pulled up the parking brake and kissed me some more.
I went to bed early and closed the door. Wesley’s scent was still in my nose and I jerked off as I imagined the feel of his hands, lips, tongue… even his….
I blushed, came quickly, and fell asleep.
Chapter 9
I YAWNED and rested my chin in my hand as I waited for class to begin and tried to finish up the math homework that was due today.
“So, Toren. What’s going on?”
Jen and Olivia stood next to my desk. Olivia had a slight grin on her face but Jen glared at me. They were both pretty popular, drawing leers and looks from half the school’s population and sneers and scoffs from the other half. I didn’t have a clue why they were talking to me.
“Nothing,” I answered nonchalantly, trying to sound cool and aloof, like I talked to girls like them all the time.
“You’ve been hanging out with Wes a lot lately. Seems like he doesn’t have time for us anymore,” Olivia said, crossing her arms.
My heart skipped and my stomach dropped. Wesley didn’t say anything to them, did he? I hoped they didn’t notice how flustered I became at the mere mention of his name.
Jen snickered wickedly and raised her brows. “We were just curious, you know? Have you been taking care of all his needs?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I said, balling my hands into fists. “We’re just partners for the history project.” I looked down at the desk and stared at the “I hate school” etched in the top corner.
“Whoa. Sorry. We weren’t suggesting anything like that,” Olivia said through a hushed laugh. “We were just wondering, you know?”
Olivia turned and pushed Jen forward. Their laughter was quiet but their shoulders were shaking. They left me blushing and angry. Why didn’t they ask Wesley? Was it okay for him to be gay because he was popular and everyone liked him, but I’m fair game? Besides, he was the one who’d been taking care of my needs. What would they think about that? Would they believe that Wesley came on to me?
I closed my eyes and sighed. The rules were different for him and me. I rested my chin in my hand. He was on an entirely different social plane than I was. If he started wearing dresses, he’d start a trend. If I did it, they would beat me up and call me names.
ON THE way home from school, I asked Wesley if he had told anyone about… us. It was strange to say “us,” because it felt more advanced than where we were in our… relationship. That was something else completely. Wesley told me that he liked me, but I didn’t know if he was serious, if I was more than just a way to quench his curiosity.
“No. You were the one who wanted to keep it a secret, so I haven’t told anyone. Why?”
I looked out the window and frowned. He seemed to know what I was thinking a lot of the time. Wesley kept one hand on the steering wheel and tapped my leg with his other hand. I glanced at him and then back out the window.
“You know Jen and Olivia, right?” I asked. Wesley nodded and glanced at the road. “They said… they asked why you were hanging out with me. Or something like that. They said that you didn’t have time for them anymore.”
Wesley exhaled through his nose in an exasperated way. “What do they mean by that? Like I ever had time for them before.” He looked at Jen and Olivia in a different light: they weren’t popular; they were annoying. “What’d you say?”
“I told them that we were just partners for our history project.” I didn’t tell him about Jen and Olivia asking if I “took care of his needs.” I didn’t want to know if either of them had ever done anything with him. I wanted to be his first, like he was for me, though I realized how foolish that was. If Wesley weren’t the oversexed high school teenager, he wouldn’t be Wesley anymore.
“Heh, imagine if they really knew,” Wesley said with a smirk. I managed a laugh but felt a twinge of panic. “But I hadn’t thought about that. We did start hanging out rather suddenly. I guess people would talk.” He looked at me again and stretched his arm behind my head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to them if you want me to.”
“No, that’s okay.”
We pulled into the apartment complex, and Wesley parked in a spot a short walk from my building. I told him to bring his book bag and he groaned. He waited for me to come around the car, and I saw how handsome he looked today. He was wearing his trademark ripped jeans, and an open button-down shirt with a white T-shirt underneath. His hair resisted a warm breeze, and he smiled at me. I liked it best when he smiled.
As we climbed
