Disowned
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 24
Javier
It hadn't gotten any easier.
I rushed out of the classroom, pushing the door so hard it hit the brick wall. My name was called, but I blended into the mass of students streaming to the hallway. The door didn't break, so there was nothing to discuss. It was the last class, and like everyone else, I just wanted to go home. Unfortunately, I still had football practice, which motivated me as much as fancy needlework with a group of blind grannies. Not that I had ever tried it.
It had been over a week since I had heard a single word from Kenny. Except for our fleeting moment of eye contact in the cafeteria earlier today, it was like we never knew each other. Whatever had happened was still a mystery to me, but I had spent enough sleepless nights trying to figure it out.
I'm done crying over that asshole.
The hallway was full of people, and I shoved them on my way to my locker. Why did everyone have to stop in the middle of the hallway to chit chat about some bullshit with a bunch of idiots they considered their friends? I was stuffing my books into my back pack when someone poked my shoulder.
"Practice is canceled," Chris said. "Coach has some crisis in his family or something."
"The first good news today," I said.
He gave me an odd look.
"What? I'm in no mood for playing," I said, scowling.
It was like he was about to say something, but kept his mouth shut. Instead, he took the remaining two books from the locker and passed them to me. I tossed them into my back pack and slammed the locker closed. Apparently, that was as long as he was able to keep his mouth shut.
"Have you talked to Kenny?" he asked.
"Kenny who?" I snorted, walking toward the front door.
He took hold of my arm.
"Seriously! You two need to talk."
"The only thing I need is to take a shit."
I opened the bathroom door, hoping he wouldn't follow me inside. He didn't, so I got some time to be alone. I leaned against the sink and listened to the noises coming from the hallway. Lockers were being opened and closed, people were shouting to each other, and someone was walking down the hallway with high heels. I stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes until the crowd had died down.
The hallway was much quieter when I came out. I looked both ways for Chris, but didn't see him. Instead, I saw someone else. Kenny was just opening the front doors to leave for home or wherever he was going. Our eyes met, and then he rushed out.
Shit! I shouldn't do this, I thought, but couldn't help jogging after him.
"Wait," I shouted.
He turned around.
"I still don't think we should talk to each other."
"You keep saying that, but guess what? I'm not buying it."
We stared at each other. His mouth opened, but no words came out. I stepped forward, closing the distance between us. I leaned my upper body toward my former boyfriend. He didn't back off, but his eyes were moving from left to right and back like he was scanning the area around us.
"You're lying," I said.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
He began to blush.
"You still love me."
"Huh? What do you… No, I don't."
I moved even closer. The way heat radiated from his lean body drove me crazy. I wrapped my arm around his back, and my other hand grabbed his butt and pulled our hips together. He must have felt the erection growing inside my jeans. And then it happened, his hands touched my back, and we kissed twice.
Suddenly, he took a step back and raised his hands to block my attempts to kiss him a third time. His face was sad, and he stared at the ground.
"I can't," he said in a low voice.
Then he turned around and hurried to the parking lot.
I couldn't move. I stared at the blue Honda accelerating down the street as every drop of blood in me seemed to dry up. At the same time, the last bit of warmth from his body disappeared and the only feeling running in my veins was pure anger.
I'm done trying with you, you fucking idiot.
When I turned to get my stuff from my locker, I saw Joshua leaning against the pillar to the main entrance. He nodded and started walking toward me. Every muscle in his upper body showed through his tight sports shirt.
"What's up?" he asked. "Was that Kenny?"
"Let's not talk about it," I said.
"Fine with me." The grin on his face grew bigger. "Got any plans."
"Nope," I said, keeping my eyes on his pecs. "I hope you've got something fun in mind."
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