Terrence: A Short Story
“So you decided you like girls now or something?” Gerald asked.
I gave him a double-take. “What?”
“Yeah, you’re gonna date girls now? Like, you’re straight or something? Or are you bi? Or what?”
“I never said I wasn’t straight.”
A laugh gurgled up from his throat, and it grew louder and louder until his narrow shoulders shook and he slapped his knees. “You’re funny, you know that?”
Yeah, real hilarious!
I narrowed my eyes, and he chuckled again. Then he shot to his feet so quick, he was standing in my face before I could move.
“I caught you checking out my ass more than once, man. Ain’t no need to pretend ’round me. You’re about as straight as a circle.”
My cheeks instantly got red, and I tried to hide them by pulling my hood down over my face. But Gerald took another step forward and slipped his hand through my light brown hair. His eyes followed the movement of his fingers, and the hood fell down on my neck.
“It’s too bad, you know. ‘Cause I like you. But if you’re sure you’re into girls now…Well…” He made a sad face, sticking his lower lip out like he was real disappointed.