Nash and Joe
“Mom said to tell you dinner is in a few minutes.” Jody flashes sassy eyes at me. “And Nash can stay if he wants.”
“I think I will, thanks.” I smile at her, twisting the nastiness from her eyes to her entire face. She hates me. I don’t know why.
She scrunches her nose and stomps out of the room.
“Joe.” I turn to him. “Is your sister gay?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“She just doesn’t seem interested in dudes.”
He shrugs. “She doesn’t seem interested in girls either. Maybe she doesn’t know what she wants.”
“She’s fifteen. She should.” I know what I want. Knew it at the age of thirteen.
“Do you know?” He arches a brow. “Are you gay?”
“Me?” I point at myself.
“Yeah, you.” His eyes widen.
“No.” My head jerks back, confused that he felt the need to ask.
“How do you know?”
“I kissed Lila Burke and got a hard-on.”
“Huh.” He looks at me. “I think I might be gay.”
“What? Why?”
“I kissed Lila Burke and didn’t get a hard-on.”
“Maybe, you’re not into her,” I try to reason.
“Right.” He chuckles. “Every straight guy is into her. She’s gorgeous.” He picks up his board. “What if I am?”
“What?” I catch the seriousness in his eyes. “Gay?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t give a shit, but I’m not into you like that, so—”
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, dickhead. You’re not my type.”
“Really? Here, I thought I was everyone’s type.” I grin, trying to lighten up the conversation.
“Not mine. I like ’em big.”
“Big? Got an example to go with that?”
“Galvin Reed.”
“Frontliner, Galvin Reed, six-two and way over two-twenty pounds, that big?”
“Yeah.”
“Well…” I grab his shoulder and tilt my head closer to him. “I’m sorry to say, but I don’t think Galvin is gay.”
His eyebrow lifts. “You sure about that?”
“Yeah.” I nod.
“Then why’d he get a hard-on when I kissed him last week in the locker room?”
“The fuck you did!”
“Yep.” He grins, flips his board to his side, and starts out the door. “Let’s go eat.”
“I hope your mom made meatloaf,” I say as I follow my best friend out of the room.