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quickly slid back down next to Daniel when Jamie had moved off.
"You okay?" he asked cautiously, not sure what had gone down.
"I m cool& " Daniel started. Even he could hear the element of doubt in his
voice.
"Is Jamie cool? Or is he being a dick about all of this?
"Yeah, he says we need to talk." Daniel screwed his face up, scrubbing his
eyes with fisted hands.
"He s probably right, Danny." Steve had a smile in his voice; talking was
always a good thing in his book.
Daniel raised his gaze to focus on his friend, raw naked fear tumbling
inside him. "Jeez, Steve, how can this all have happened so quickly? I mean I ve
struggled for years with the whole  I m gay thing. But Jamie& "
"But Jamie what?"
"Jamie, Mr. Straight Basketball Star suddenly decides he is gay as well and
wants me?" He heard so much doubt, yet so much wonder in his voice. His
head told him it wasn t true, but his heart desperately wanted to believe it
could be.
They sat in companionable silence.
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Lucy stumbled into the girls restroom, the look of fury on her perfectly
made up face enough to send three juniors chatting at the mirrors scurrying for
their lives. Raw anger swelled inside her.
Her.
The injured party. How could he? How could Jamie do this to her? String
her along? Play her for a fool?
How could he promise delights with views of his body and hide wicked
lies in his heart?
She should have realized. She felt sick, horrified, let down, and so
furiously angry she could taste blood in her mouth, copper and sickening. She
pressed her hands to the sink, staring into the mirror, her eyes blinking back
furious tears, and her brain working. There was no fucking way he was getting
away with this, no way he was going to treat her like shit and not get some of it
pushed back his way.
She would find a way. She needed to calm the hell down, pull herself
together and& and& find Greg&
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Chapter 13
Before
Daniel s first ever math class at his new school was a farce.
English, well, he aced that.
History, easy, his old school was terms ahead of what they were learning now at
his new school.
Music, hmmm, didn t even need to try.
But math?
Math he hated; he always had. There was no art in it, no beauty in words or
expression, no need to understand why or to innovate. It was all set down. Two plus
two always equaled four, and it was excruciatingly boring.
But what killed it most for him?
They sat him next to a post-lunch Jamie at his hyperactive best.
Jamie, the math genius. The one child in the class who could actually see poetry in
numbers, symmetry in solutions, and actually freaking enjoyed math. Add to that
Jamie didn t need to try. Just like Daniel didn t need to try with music, or art, or
literature.
"I mma going to be a math teacher one day," Jamie suddenly confided in the
exceptionally bored Daniel.
"Yeah?" he said, hoping that would cut the conversation dead.
"Yeah,  cause math is easy." To Jamie s young brain, that was all he needed.
"Okay."
"Whatya going to do when you grow up?"
"I don t know."
"Oh."
And yet another famous Daniel conversation stops, just like all the other times
anyone wants to talk to him.
He had loads to say. Inside, he actually had loads he wanted to say.
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That he wanted to use his music and he wanted to be happy and he wanted to find
out why he couldn t do math, and most of all, he wanted to find out why his mom
thought it was okay to leave him alone.
Jamie just looked at him, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say
something, but then hesitating, looking at Daniel closely. Daniel just wanted to cry.
Jamie didn t like Daniel crying, and it appeared to be his life s work to keep Daniel
happy.
"Wanna play one-on-one at lunch?" he blurted out. Daniel blinked at the sudden
change in conversation.
"I can't, I ve never& " Daniel gulped and visibly swallowed. How to admit that
he had preferred piano to basketball?
"S ok, I can show ya."
And so he did. They shot balls at the lowered hoop in the playground, Jamie
patiently showing Daniel some moves, Daniel fluffing them, Jamie encouraging, Daniel
achieving, Jamie sharing the successes.
Just like life really
Now
Jamie shared fourth period AP math with Daniel. It was the only lesson
they had timetabled together. Jamie was in the advanced group because of his
innate natural ability with numbers, Daniel was in the same group only
through focused hard work, determined for math not to be the only class he
didn t excel in.
They didn t sit together. All through high school, they sat with their own
group of friends. Daniel imagined it was a bit like twins who craved separate
identities. He quickly accepted that he preferred the friends who wanted to
work in lessons as opposed to Jamie s group who skated by on physical
prowess or lucky skill in the subject. There was only one friend of Jamie s that
Daniel liked, and that was Tyler, a guy who really seemed genuine. It was him
that Daniel partnered with in AP math, while Jamie partnered with a short
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skinny brunette famous for her cheerleading abilities but whose name escaped
Daniel.
Daniel had his head bent low over his exercise books, refusing to watch
the door, not admitting he was waiting for Jamie to arrive but sensing the very
second that Jamie walked through the door. He couldn t help it; he raised his
head, waiting until Tyler slumped next to him before catching Jamie eyes.
Jamie smiled.
Just the normal Jamie/Daniel exchange of smiles, nothing too obvious,
nothing that spoke of hot and heavy and coming on each other and sighed
gasps and exchanged kisses and breathing that pulled passion from their very
centers.
Still Daniel blushed, and Jamie smirked, brushing past him to get to his
seat, leaning into that cheerleader bimbo and saying something low that made
her giggle.
Bastard.
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Lucy found Greg where he always was, under the bleachers with his [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]