Disowned
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 29
Joshua
Sweat poured down my back between my shoulder blades, even though I was trying to dodge all patches of sunlight in my way. It was ridiculous. At this time of the year, it shouldn't be so hot. What the hell was wrong with the weather?
I peaked at my smartwatch. One mile was left. Keeping my breath under control, I continued toward the park. The thought of the physical exercise making my body look perfect ignited a smile on my face, and I increased my speed. There were few things more important than keeping up appearances, and right now I couldn't name any.
I'm fucking perfect!
The sun was getting even stronger, and I picked up the pace even more as if I were trying to outrun the heat. Still, no matter how fast my legs moved, I couldn't escape my thoughts. It wasn't the heat I was outrunning, but it was fucking Javier. The bastard had the nerve to walk away from me. It hardly helped that he would definitely pay for it.
I jumped to the side to avoid a big block of sunshine and shook my head out of frustration. As soon as I got home, I would call the college guy. Unlike Javier, this guy wasn't such a drama queen and knew when to jump in my bed and rip my clothes off. Why make everything so complicated if the goal was to have some fun?
Seven minutes later, my watch beeped, indicating I had met the goal for the morning. I didn't stop, but jogged into the park. There were a few couples lying on the grass and eating something from their picnic baskets. I smirked at the losers around me and decided to run an extra mile.
When I got to the other end of the park, I heard some voices coming from the trees. As the voices grew nearer, I stopped, raised my water bottle to my mouth and drank slowly. Soon, the runners came into views. When they turned toward me, I instantly recognized who they were, part of the football team.
"Let's take a break," one of them panted.
"Damn, are you giving up already?" I shouted at him.
Bryan turned his head and saw me leaning against a light pole.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Shouldn't you be banging Javier?"
I laughed to cover my annoyance. I definitely should be banging the hot Latino guy, who, by the way, didn't seem to be jogging with his teammates. I wished the reason wasn't that he had better things to do with Kenny.
"Oh, did you boyfriend dump you already," Bryan continued with a mocking tone.
"Can you just shut up?" Chris interrupted the discussion. "Besides, Javier is dating Kenny. Get over it."
"You can believe whatever you want," Bryan said. "I've seen that faggot hanging out with that faggot."
"I don't think they're hanging out anymore."
Chris gave me a meaningful glare.
A cocky smirk grew on my face. It was almost cute to watch how Chris was, in vain, defending his friends. I realized I shouldn't say anything, but I couldn't resist the temptation. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad day after all.
"Chris, Chris, Chris," I said. "I hope Javier and Kenny will enjoy it while it lasts."
"What are you talking about?"
Chris moved closer. His eyes were cold and hard.
I clapped him on the back. It's a damn shame you don't know about the interesting discussion I had with Kenny's mom.
"What did you do?" he shouted.
Without answering, I left the park and jogged to the highway leading back into town. I had won this round, and now it was time to celebrate my victory with the sexy college guy. If I had read Ms. Sherman's reaction correctly, I had the rest of the semester to fix things between me and Javier.
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