over it that
you had to write a poem about it in order to make yourself feel
better.”
“That’s not why I wrote that poem.”
“No?”
“No,” JJ maintained. “I wrote it for the
simple pleasure of creative expression.”
“Please.” Queenie immediately stopped
walking, tossed her head back and pretended to laugh. “I know she’s
all you have been thinking about since you met her.”
“Oh, really?”
They began to walk again.
“JJ, it’s so obvious. When you do something,
you do it one hundred percent. And obsessing over straight girls is
something you do best.”
“Thanks,” JJ said, sourly.
“With the women I see, there’s none of that.
No room to analyze or obsess.” Queenie placed her hands forward in
the air, palms down and swept them to one side. “Just get in, get
out and nobody gets hurt. Get it?”
“You make it sound like a bank robbery.”
They reached the concrete path that lead up
to the steps of their dorm.
“So, you in?” Queenie asked.
“I guess,” JJ said. A night out with Queenie
always proved to be a good distraction from reality. “Is anyone
else coming?”
“I’ll see if Alex and Sarah are up to
it.”
Alex and Sarah were JJ’s suitemates, and also
members of the basketball team. Alex was gay and Sarah was
straight, but that never deterred her from going out to a gay club.
In fact, Sarah seemed to have more gay friends than straight
friends, which considerably hindered her odds of finding a suitable
romantic companion.
Queenie claimed that Sarah was just in denial
and that someday she’d realize that she was, in fact, an actual
lesbian, and would eventually come over to the dark side. Queenie
liked to refer to the gay community as the dark side because it got
under her parents’ skin.
“Want to call the cheerleading queen to see
if she would like to go as well?”
“Yeah, I’m going to pass on that one,” JJ
replied dryly. She wasn’t about to tell Queenie that she already
had a tentative date with Kendal next Friday night. It wasn’t even
a date for that matter. Just a cup of coffee, really.
“What are you smiling about?” Queenie asked,
sensing JJ was hiding something.
“Nothing,” JJ said. “Nothing at all.”
CHAPTER 15
Kendal walked along the sidewalk to the
building where all the soccer players lived. It was located on the
opposite end of the school from her dorm and close to the edge of
the campus. The school administration gave the soccer team a lot
more leeway than they did other students. They knew all about the
soccer parties and celebrations, but chose to look the other way
since Sampson Academy had won the state championship three years in
a row. Anybody else who dared to throw a party risked getting
caught and being suspended or thrown out of school. It’s amazing
the freedom a winning record could buy you.
Kendal entered the dorm on a mission to find
Kyan and tell him that she would go to his stupid party next Friday
night after all, but not before Christine had called ahead to
inform Jason that Kendal was on her way. Kyan and Jason were
roommates.
Kendal figured that Kyan would be in his room
sweating with anticipation. She reached the stairs and took a deep
breath. Christine owes me big time, she thought.
Once she reached the third floor, she entered
the hallway and saw empty pizza boxes and garbage bags everywhere.
Music boomed from an open door, even though no one was in the room.
She peeked into the room and saw dark stains of God-knows-what
scattered all over the carpet. Something that smelled of pepperoni
and cheap cologne hung in the air. Kendal made a face, rounded the
first corner, reminding herself not to touch anything accidentally.
She continued to walk to the end of the hallway, holding her breath
when she saw that the door to Room 41 was open just a crack. She
knocked slightly, and then pushed it open.
Jason was sitting on a couch watching
football, and Kyan was laying face down on his bed,
you had to write a poem about it in order to make yourself feel
better.”
“That’s not why I wrote that poem.”
“No?”
“No,” JJ maintained. “I wrote it for the
simple pleasure of creative expression.”
“Please.” Queenie immediately stopped
walking, tossed her head back and pretended to laugh. “I know she’s
all you have been thinking about since you met her.”
“Oh, really?”
They began to walk again.
“JJ, it’s so obvious. When you do something,
you do it one hundred percent. And obsessing over straight girls is
something you do best.”
“Thanks,” JJ said, sourly.
“With the women I see, there’s none of that.
No room to analyze or obsess.” Queenie placed her hands forward in
the air, palms down and swept them to one side. “Just get in, get
out and nobody gets hurt. Get it?”
“You make it sound like a bank robbery.”
They reached the concrete path that lead up
to the steps of their dorm.
“So, you in?” Queenie asked.
“I guess,” JJ said. A night out with Queenie
always proved to be a good distraction from reality. “Is anyone
else coming?”
“I’ll see if Alex and Sarah are up to
it.”
Alex and Sarah were JJ’s suitemates, and also
members of the basketball team. Alex was gay and Sarah was
straight, but that never deterred her from going out to a gay club.
In fact, Sarah seemed to have more gay friends than straight
friends, which considerably hindered her odds of finding a suitable
romantic companion.
Queenie claimed that Sarah was just in denial
and that someday she’d realize that she was, in fact, an actual
lesbian, and would eventually come over to the dark side. Queenie
liked to refer to the gay community as the dark side because it got
under her parents’ skin.
“Want to call the cheerleading queen to see
if she would like to go as well?”
“Yeah, I’m going to pass on that one,” JJ
replied dryly. She wasn’t about to tell Queenie that she already
had a tentative date with Kendal next Friday night. It wasn’t even
a date for that matter. Just a cup of coffee, really.
“What are you smiling about?” Queenie asked,
sensing JJ was hiding something.
“Nothing,” JJ said. “Nothing at all.”
CHAPTER 15
Kendal walked along the sidewalk to the
building where all the soccer players lived. It was located on the
opposite end of the school from her dorm and close to the edge of
the campus. The school administration gave the soccer team a lot
more leeway than they did other students. They knew all about the
soccer parties and celebrations, but chose to look the other way
since Sampson Academy had won the state championship three years in
a row. Anybody else who dared to throw a party risked getting
caught and being suspended or thrown out of school. It’s amazing
the freedom a winning record could buy you.
Kendal entered the dorm on a mission to find
Kyan and tell him that she would go to his stupid party next Friday
night after all, but not before Christine had called ahead to
inform Jason that Kendal was on her way. Kyan and Jason were
roommates.
Kendal figured that Kyan would be in his room
sweating with anticipation. She reached the stairs and took a deep
breath. Christine owes me big time, she thought.
Once she reached the third floor, she entered
the hallway and saw empty pizza boxes and garbage bags everywhere.
Music boomed from an open door, even though no one was in the room.
She peeked into the room and saw dark stains of God-knows-what
scattered all over the carpet. Something that smelled of pepperoni
and cheap cologne hung in the air. Kendal made a face, rounded the
first corner, reminding herself not to touch anything accidentally.
She continued to walk to the end of the hallway, holding her breath
when she saw that the door to Room 41 was open just a crack. She
knocked slightly, and then pushed it open.
Jason was sitting on a couch watching
football, and Kyan was laying face down on his bed,
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