Max’s Awakening #30

by craigpnifty@protonmail.com

(with J)

 Author’s notes:

In the last chapter, Cam surprised Max by showing up at a school event and asking him to get back together.  Max was ecstatic, only the night ended badly after a homophobic bully landed them all in the principal’s office.  Now for the fallout... both at school and home.

I appreciate all of you who continue to enjoy this story, even as it’s moved away from a lurid tale of teenage sex and become more of a coming-of-age tale.  I think those of you that have stuck with the story are like J and I…the sex is more interesting (when it does happen) with a good story formed around it.

Thanks as always to my co-author J who wrote much of the beginning of this chapter while I was away and continues to supply so many awesome ideas.

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Chapter 30

Unfortunately, the high from my epic reconciliation with Cam was quickly wearing off as the reality of our predicament set in.  Things would never be the same, and may not ever go back to the way they were, if our mothers react badly.  Jeanine is sure to freak, but I’m not sure how Mom will handle this.  Unlike my douche of a father, she’s never seemed anti-gay.  In fact, she’s even said things that would indicate she has a very open mind about it.  But, as I think I’ve mentioned before, being accepting of gay people isn’t quite the same as being okay with your only son being a homosexual.  Also, I’ve never been in trouble at school before.  That, combined with the shock of me being gay and having a boyfriend will throw her for a loop.  I could feel a knot in my stomach forming.

The office was a flurry of activity.  Mr. Johnson, the principal, arrived with one of our assistant principals, Mrs. Bach, and the eighth-grade security, Mr. Tim.  Mr. Tim was always cool and friendly in the halls and lunch room, but I really don’t know any of them well.  Mrs. Bach came to Olympia in the middle of last year.  I’ve barely seen, and have never talked with her.

The adults separated us.  Ashley was left on the bench she and Noah were sharing, while he was put in the AP’s office behind a closed door.  The offices have glass walls, which seems odd from a privacy standpoint, but it allowed me to look in.  Noah’s back was to me, but I could tell he was nervous.  His leg was bouncing like crazy under the table.

“Sorry guys, you can’t sit together,” Mr. Tim began.  “It isn’t personal, just protocol.  Max, stay here.  Your friend will have to come with me.  What’s your name?”

“Cameron Rice, sir,” Cam responded.  “But I go by Cam.”

“Are you new?  You don’t look familiar.  Which team are you on?” Mr. Tim asked.

Cam looked down.  “I’m not a student at Olympia, sir.  I attend Widmer,” he confessed in a soft mumble.

Mr. Tim’s eyes widened.  “I see.  Well, I appreciate you being honest.  Follow me, and you can start your statement.” Cam was walked down the corridor in the office, to a study carrel out of sight. 

A couple of minutes later, Mr. Tim returned holding a piece of paper and pen.  Brady left the principal’s office and Ashley was summoned.

“I think I already know the answer, but have you ever filled out a student statement before?” He asked.

“No, never,” I responded.  He sat down next to me at the table.

“That’s okay.  Write about what happened in this section.  I’m just trying to understand whatever the truth is,” Mr. Tim explained.  “Describe what everyone did, in chronological order.  Who, what, when, where, and why.  Use specific names, not ‘they’ or ‘he’.  When you’re finished, sign and date it at the bottom.” Ugh.  This might take a while.  “Please don’t write in the column on the right.  That’s for whomever interviews you when you’re finished, to take notes,” he added as he handed me a pen.  “Just be honest.  If you lie, the consequences will be worse.”

I nodded and began.  I don’t think this was what Mrs. Hickman had in mind when she encouraged me to write more.  Considering how publicly everything happened, and my own discomfort at the prospect, I saw no benefit in being dishonest.  If Mom was going to be upset with me for getting in trouble, she would be beside herself if they tell her I lied, too.

I wrote how Brady and his shit head friends called Cam and I fags while we were minding our own business dancing and threatened to kill Spencer when he stood up for us.  Then they did the same thing a second time.  I mentioned how Spence and Ashley had our backs, perhaps a little too zealously, but their hearts were in the right place.  They tell us all the time to not be ‘idle bystanders’ when we see others being bullied.  I further relayed how Spencer (stupidly) jumped atop Brady, that Brady told Ashley she was a cunt after she called him out for his boorish behavior, and how viciously he pushed her out of the way to go after Spence.  It was only then Noah defended them both by throwing the single punch that dropped Brady on his ass.  I admitted Cam pulled me into a kiss and, apparently, my hands got away from me and ended up inside his shirt.  (I mean it may not be appropriate at school, but can you blame me?)

I reread my statement, signed it at the bottom, and awaited my fate.

A few minutes later, Noah exited the AP’s office.  His eyes were wet and he was chewing the collar of his shirt.  Oh shit.  That’s his tic when he’s super stressed or anxious. 

“Noah?  What...” I began.

“I’m sorry Max, I know you’re worried about your friend, but you guys can’t talk right now,” Mr. Tim said.  He seemed sympathetic, at least.  “I’m going to escort Noah to his locker, and when I’m back, I’ll take you into Mrs. Bach.”

A couple of minutes later, my pocket buzzed.  I was getting a text.  I knew it was risky, but I snuck a peek.  It was from Noah. 

Noah: Tim told me I could text u.  Emergency OSS for 9 days.  Say it’s assault, excessive display of affection, accessory to an act, and disruptive behavior.  Wtf

I was aghast.  Noah’s parents are going to kill him.  Maybe murder him right on the spot.  I felt even guiltier.  He tried to make things better for me, and this happened.  Why do people who care about me always get hurt when they try to help?  Before I could respond, another messaged popped in. 

Noah: could be reduced.  Depends on if his nose is really broken.  Is it bad part of me hopes it is?  Fucker deserved it

Me: Shit, sorry Noah ðŸ˜"

Noah: it’s ok.  I’d do it again.  Not sure when I’ll get my phone back tho.  Hopefully by high school.  😬

A few seconds later, they returned to the office.  “Noah, wait here.  Max, follow me,” Mr. Tim directed.  I gave Noah a quick fist bump in solidarity. 

“Shut the door behind you,” Mrs. Bach said tersely.  I did so, but must have pulled on it too hard because it slammed loudly.  Crap!

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen,” I said.  This wasn’t beginning well.

“It’s fine.  The door is touchy and does that sometimes.  You didn’t do it intentionally,” Mr. Tim responded with a reassuring smile.  “Let’s take a look at what you wrote.” I handed him my statement, which he began reading aloud and took a seat next to him at a round table.  Mrs. Bach was at her desk, typing on the computer, shaking her head as her fingers flew across the keyboard.

“I appreciate how thorough and truthful you were, but what about Cam coming in the first place?” Mr. Tim asked.  “You didn’t mention anything about that, but I’m sure you know Spartan Nights are only for current Olympia students.”

I couldn’t help but be amused at the words ‘Cam coming’ but didn’t think they’d appreciate the double entendre.

“Yes sir, but I only wrote about what I knew.  He just showed up.  I honestly didn’t know he would be here,” I replied.  “I have a lot of questions about that myself.”

Mrs. Bach turned from her computer and glared at me.  She walked to the table.

“Hmm.  So, Noah and this Cameron say, but I have a very difficult time believing you were unaware,” she spat as she sat down.  “Clearly you rehearsed your story beforehand.”

‘Story’?  What the hell?  “What I wrote is true.  I admitted to everything I did, and told on my friends.  Why would I lie about Cam crashing the dance but admit to making out?” I asked incredulously. 

“Yes, you do admit to the public spectacle you made of yourself.  It’s bad enough to indulge in such disgusting antics, but it’s incredibly disrespectful to force others to witness your revolting behavior.  That’s called sexual harassment,” she said with utter contempt in her voice.  “I’m sure your mother will be quite proud.” Her emphasis about pride wasn’t lost on me.  Bitch.  Mr. Tim’s eyebrows slightly raised.

I felt both punched in the gut and slapped in the face.  I knew I was in trouble, and I know homophobia is still a thing.  I get I broke a big rule and expect to be punished, but this felt personal.

“I cannot tolerate you flaunting your aberrant lifestyle in front of impressionable children who were just trying to have safe, innocent fun,” she continued.  “It’s my responsibility to protect them.  Their parents expect me to do so.  So, I’m going to give you some time to reflect upon your poor choices.  You’re —”

She was suddenly interrupted.  “Max, please step outside and sit on the bench,” Mr. Tim said calmly.  I nodded, bewildered by her vitriolic reaction.

I couldn’t tell what was said, but it seemed like the adults were having a spirited conversation.  Mr. Tim waved for me to return.  He looked irritated. 

“Mr. Coleman, you’re banned from all future Spartan Nights,” Mrs. Bach said.  “You’re also being assigned a five day out-of-school suspension for inappropriate sexual behavior and accessory to trespass.”

“Five days out?  For a kiss and rub of the chest?  I had a friend you only gave a day of ISS last spring for kissing his girlfriend in the hall, and that wasn’t even a first offense!” I was shocked.  “I’ve never even had a detention before!” I could feel tears building.

“Every situation is different, and you have several aggravating factors,” she barked.  “Please escort Max to his locker to collect his belongings.  I will be calling Ms. Coleman and preparing his suspension letter.”

Mr. Tim sighed.  I don’t think he was any happier about this than I was.  “Come on, let’s grab your stuff.”

 “Wait!” I said, addressing Mrs. Bach.  “Please don’t tell my mom I was kissing another boy.  I haven’t told her about Cam… yet.  I need to be the one to tell her.  Please?”

Mrs. Bach let out a heavy sigh, as I’ve I had just made some sort of difficult request.  Really?  Was leaving out that I was kissing a boy that big of a sacrifice?  “I’ll try to be discrete,” she finally acquiesced.  What did that mean? 

***

As we walked down the hall, I began to quietly cry.  This was not at all how tonight was supposed to turn out.

“I’m sorry, Max.  I know this sucks,” Mr. Tim said as he put a hand on my shoulder.  “Your mom really has no idea… that you like boys?”

I stopped and looked up at him.  He may have been who you were sent to if you were in trouble, but had a reputation for being kind and fair.  It was well-earned. 

“No, she doesn’t know I’m...gay,” I barely managed to squeak.  It still seemed weird to say those words aloud.  Other than Josh’s moms in Mexico, I’d not admitted my homosexuality so bluntly to anyone.  Our coach at the gym figured it out, and Mr. Rice and Kim knew, but I never directly admitted it.  Craig only figured it out after my slip on New Year’s.  It seemed extra strange to be confessing my gayness to an authority figure at school.  But there was something about Mr. Tim that told me I could trust him.  “She’s going to be so mad at me for getting into this much trouble.  I really don’t know how she’ll react to me having a boyfriend.  She likes Cam, but...” I trailed off.

“This is definitely a rough way to come out, but give her a chance.  Most parents just want their kids to be happy and healthy,” he offered reassuringly.

“Maybe.  I just didn’t want her to find out like this.  I really had no idea he would be here, honest,” I said through tears.  “I didn’t even want to come tonight.  Noah coaxed me into it, to help with Ashley, or so he said.  Cam and I have been broken up, and apparently he came to apologize.”

Mr. Tim smiled.  He seemed genuinely happy for me.  “Looks like it worked.”

I groaned, but couldn’t help but grin.  I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I grabbed Cam’s card from my pocket and handed it to him.  Just like Craig, for some reason Mr. Tim was easy to talk with.  “See?”

“That’s awesome.  How long have you been together?” He asked. 

“Since March.  We’re on the same comp gymnastics team,” I explained.  “Man, when I woke up this morning, I never thought I’d be out to the entire school by the end of the day.”

We arrived at my locker.  I grabbed a couple of textbooks and my binder.  I took my backpack home earlier, but didn’t know I’d be out of school for a whole fucking week.

“I’ll email your teachers to bring assignments to the office.  Your mom can pick up your work Tuesday, but teachers aren’t required to give credit for anything turned in more than three days late,” he explained.  “Do you need to stop by the locker room to grab your PE uniform or anything else?  Do you plan an instrument?”

“No. We haven’t even dressed out yet,” I responded with a sniffle.  “I’m sorry.  I know all this caused a lot of extra hassle for everyone.  I always make things worse.”

Mr. Tim stopped me in the middle of the hall.  “Max, look at me.  You made a mistake, but that doesn’t make you a bad kid.  You might have been a little over the top with your exuberance, but you’re still a good person.” I must have seemed more upset than I thought I was letting on.  “I noticed how nice you, Noah, and your other friends were with Seb at lunch today.  Most eighth graders wouldn’t be so welcoming.”

“He deserves a fresh start without everyone in his business,” was all I could say.  He nodded, indicating knowledge of Seb’s drama.  “But, I don’t think being kind to the new kid will keep my mom from being pissed.  I feel awful.  She’s been through enough shit lately.”  Cussing in front of teachers was never a good idea, but Mr. Tim was clearly an exception.

He laughed.  “Yeah, making out at school will always get you in trouble, but...” He stopped mid-sentence.  I had the distinct feeling he believed my suspension was heavy handed.  I wonder if that’s why he sent me from Mrs. Bach’s office, to try to talk her down?  “If your mom has questions or concerns, she can always talk to Mr. Johnson or file a formal appeal.  The directions are at the bottom of the suspension letter.”

I guess he couldn’t directly say his boss is a ridiculously homophobic bitch, but he sure seemed to be on my side.  At least he didn’t act like I was hell bound for destroying the ‘innocence’ of my peers.

***

As we rounded the corner, Brady was walking towards the main exit with a burly man I assumed was his father.  He was holding an icebag to his nose – until he saw me.  He stopped briefly and motioned my way with his free hand.  We were several yards away, and I don’t know how to read lips, but what he said to his father was obvious: “That’s one of the fags right there.”

His dad looked me up and down and produced a sneer, before nudging Brady towards the door.  I sighed.  I guess there are still more homophobic assholes around in 2019 that I realized.  Maybe my dad isn’t as rare as I thought.

Mr. Tim must have noticed too.  “Don’t let guys like him bother you,” he said.  “There will always be… people like Brady.”  I don’t know for certain, but I’m pretty sure Mr. Tim was about to say ‘assholes like Brady’, but caught himself.  I was glad to have him with me.  His presence made me feel more at ease, even though I knew shit was about to hit the fan.

***

We were almost back to the office when I heard an angry, deep voice.  Ashley was being ushered out of the office by a well-dressed man.  “I cannot believe you, young lady!” The man berated.  “You are 13-years-old.  I don’t know who this boy is, but you’re never going to see him again.”

“It isn’t like that!” Ashley responded angrily.  “Noah is a nice boy.  He was defending me, and sticking up for his friends who were being bullied, so I —”

“I don’t want to hear it.  We’ll talk more about this with your mother when we get home,” the man, presumably her father, said.

“Daddy, you didn’t see what really happened.  They’re making it sound worse than it really was,” she tried to explain.  “It’s just three days of ISS.”

“ENOUGH!” Ashley’s father bellowed.  “You are SO grounded.  Hand me your phone right now.”

Ashley rolled her eyes but grudgingly complied.  I mouthed “I’m sorry” to her as we approached.  She smiled, shrugged her shoulders, and mouthed “worth it” back. 

Poor Noah.  He gets his first kiss and now the girl’s dad wants to kill him.  I felt bad for Ashley, too.  None of this would have happened if I just stayed home like I wanted to.

As I re-entered Mrs. Bach’s office, I processed all I heard.  Ashley - who called Brady a moron, made fun of his junk, and shoved her tongue down Noah’s throat - gets three days of in-school suspension, but I get called a fag twice and kissed and I’m out for five?  Then I remembered all the homophobic things Mrs. Bach said.  If either Cam or I were a girl, this would be handled differently.

“Max, your mom is on her way.  She didn’t sound very happy,” Mrs. Bach said with a phony smile.  Or maybe it was real.  She sure seemed to be enjoying this.  “I know this might seem harsh, but it’s important for you to think about the trajectory you’re on and make adjustments moving forward.”

“My ‘trajectory’?” I asked defensively.  “I get good grades.  I’m honest and nice to others.  I try to be polite and respectful.  I work hard.  I don’t smoke, vape, do any drugs, or drink.  I’ve never even been in trouble before tonight.”

“Don’t misunderstand, Max.  You aren’t really to blame for your perversion, per se, but you are responsible for your actions,” she said.  Did she just call me a pervert?  “I simply cannot allow you to corrupt other students by glorifying your deviant proclivities.  Let your suspension serve as the wake-up call you desperately need that this sort of wicked behavior is unacceptable.  You don’t want to end up like your father, do you?”

I’m not entirely sure what happened next.  I remember tears and yelling, and vaguely recall Mr. Tim stepping in front of me, grabbing my shoulders, and guiding me away from that GIGANTIC FUCKING CUNT while he told me to take deep breaths.  It was like I had tunnel vision.  I ended up in one of the counselor’s offices down the hall, seething.  At some point, I think I punched the cinderblock wall, because when I became more aware my hand was throbbing under the cold of an ice pack.

“Max, you have to calm down,” Mr. Tim said.  It sounded like he was far away, but when I looked down he was kneeling by my chair, lightly touching my knee.  “You have every right to be upset, but you’re going to get into way more trouble if you aren’t careful.  You can’t say those things.”

I wasn’t sure what he was referring to, but when I looked up, I saw Noah, Cam, and Spencer in the doorway.  They looked startled.

“We heard everything.  The door didn’t latch when you went back into her office,” Noah explained.  “The things she said to you...”

“I thought my mom was bad, but this lady...Jesus,” Cam offered.  “But, I’m not sure saying the reason she’s so mean and unfair is because she’s jealous you get more dick than her was the best way to handle things.”

Oh God!  Did I really do that?

“You should have seen the look on her face when you told her she had a lot of nerve calling you a deviant and perverted when she gets her jollies by insulting and humiliating kids,” Noah said, almost in disbelief.

Fuck.  I’m going to be expelled for sure, and there’s no way Mom can afford private school tuition.

“You’re kind of my hero, Max,” Spencer remarked in awe, giggling.

“I... don’t remember any of that,” I responded honestly.  “The last thing I remember was her comparing me to my father.”

No one said anything for a few seconds.  The silence was uncomfortable.

“Okay guys, I know you were worried about Max, which is why I broke the rules to let you check on him, but I think he’s feeling better.  Go find your seats,” Mr. Tim instructed.  “Everyone needs to write new statements about what just happened.” He sighed. 

“What’s the point?  I was honest and put effort into my last statement, and I’m getting screwed,” I complained.

“No one will force you to write a statement, but it’s your opportunity to give your side of the story.  It’s called due process.  If you choose to waive it, that’s your right, and you can just write ‘I don’t want to write a statement’, but it won’t change anything or help your case,” Mr. Tim explained before hesitating for a moment.  He was clearly pondering what to say next.  “I would strongly suggest you write about everything Mrs. Bach said to you in her office, both before and after you went to your locker, and how that made you feel.  And make sure your mom knows.”

As he turned to leave the room, I could have sworn he gave me a wink as he patted the phone on his belt.  If I was going down, I was going to take her with me. 

***

                I stared blankly at the form.  My hand ached and I struggled to grip the pen.  I decided to keep my statement brief.  What was there to tell?  I also knew my friends would supply more detail, as could Mr. Tim.  This is what I wrote, taking several breaks to rub my tender hand:

                When I first met with Mrs. Bach, she said my behavior was revolting and disgusting.  Did she describe Noah and Ashley’s kissing that way too?  Or is she treating me different for kissing a boy?  Then, when I returned from my locker, Mrs. Bach called me a pervert, a deviant, and told me my behavior was wicked.  She said I would end up in jail like my father.  How does everyone know my personal business?  Her comments made me angry and I said things I shouldn’t have.  I don’t even remember saying those things, but my friends told me afterwards.  I’m embarrassed that I was so rude to a grown up and I’m sorry.  But what does it matter?  Nothing about this is fair!

I pushed the form away and leaned back in the chair, wrapping my hand in ice and dreading my doom.

***

My phone buzzed.  I remembered ignoring it when Mr. Tim and I went to my locker and it hadn’t come to mind again since returning to the office.

I had a ton of messages to choose from.  Jamie’s was near the top:

Jamie: You ok?  What’s happening?  Brady is bragging that he didn’t get in ANY trouble.  WTF???

I was livid!  Noah is out for two weeks, I’m out for one – and maybe more after my outburst - and even Ashley got three days ISS, but the guy who started it all gets nothing?  I started to slam my fist on the table before deciding that was a bad idea. 

Me: No way.  Me, Noah, and Ashley all got suspended

Jamie:  That’s so fucked up!  He’s bragging all over Instagram he’ll be back on Fag Patrol at school Monday.  Hold on, I’ll send you a screenshot.

The fact he was boasting about not getting into trouble only pissed me off more.  I wish Mr. Tim were here so I could ask him what the hell was going on.  He would tell me.  I had the urge to bust into Mrs. Bitch’s office and demand to know why he got nothing, but I realized that was not going to help my situation.

Me:  idk dude, but I’m gonna find out.  That’s not fair.  He fucking started it all

Jamie:  Ikr!  Text me later k?

Me:  yeah…if I can.  my mom is going to kill me.

Jamie:  she won’t.  you didn’t even do anything!  I’ll come explain it to her if you need me too.  I got your back ok?  On EVERYTHING!

Me: Thanks bro

It was nice to know my friends weren’t abandoning me.  It gave me a glimmer of hope.

Jamie:  np, later

I put my phone down.  Did I even want to read my other messages if they were that depressing?  I heard it buzz again.  This time it was a text – from Mom.  I sighed and grimaced but knew I needed to read it.

Mom:  We’re on our way.  Sounds like we have a lot to talk about.  I love you Max.  Be there soon.

“We?” I thought.  Then I remembered she was out having dinner with Noah’s rents.  Fuck, I bet their night was ruined.  I just keep making things worse for everyone.  She was going to be furious.  But… she didn’t sound mad.  But what did she mean by ‘we have a lot to talk about’?  Dammit!  Bach told her.  I was sure of it.  That sadistic bitch couldn’t resist adding to my pain.  I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I just sent back a short answer:

Me:  Thanks.  Love you too.

What else could I even say?  I desperately wanted to tell her how unfair things were, but it would be too difficult to explain via text.  I didn’t know how much she knew, but I was certain it would be better to explain in person.

I took a deep breath and returned my attention to Snapchat.  I had a new follow request from MebSarks.  I almost declined figuring it was someone about to give me shit for being gay, but then a light bulb came on:  Meb Sarks = Seb Marks.  It was Seb.  I accepted it.  When I did, he immediately started typing me a message.  “Hey, it’s Seb.”

I let out a sigh of relief; it truly was someone friendly.  I wondered what he thought of his first event at Olympia.  Did he regret getting in with a crowd of kids who would all be suspended next week?  I wondered how that would go over with his parents, if they found out.

Me:  Hi Seb

Seb: Hi Max.  Are you home yet?

Me: nah, still at school.  Waiting for my mom

Seb: Oh

Seb: I hope you guys aren’t in big trouble.  I submitted a statement that said it was all the bully kid’s fault. 

Me:  yeah, well, we are.  And that fuckhead Brady got NOTHING!

Seb: what the hell?  that’s dumb. 

Me: yeah, I know

Seb:  I’m glad I met you and Noah and your other friends.  You guys are the best!  I didn’t know you and Cam were…you know

Me: Yeah, sorry.  I thought about telling you when you said you went to widmer, but….

I was going to say I didn’t want him to realize I knew all about his drama, but it dawned on me this wasn’t the time.  He’d probably already pieced that together anyway.

Me:  I better catch you later ok?

Seb:  Yeah sure, I get it, sorry

Me:  later

I had pretty much decided to ignore my other messages until I saw one pop up from Spencer.

Spencer:  I got 3 days out for fighting.  Mom is taking me home.  She’s taking my phone.  I just wanted to msg you while I could.  What u get?

So now Spencer gets 3 days?  For jumping on the back of a kid twice his size and being flung to the ground.  This school is full of fucking shit.

Me: So far… 5 out.  It’s stupid.  Thanks for having our backs.  That took guts.

Spencer:  Or stupidity…that kid is huge

Me: lol… well…

Spencer:  I know…cya soon – I hope.  I want you to fuck me again so bad!

I couldn’t believe it.  We’re all in big trouble, the biggest kid in school wants to pound him, and Spencer is still thinking about getting fucked.  Jesus!  What a horndog.  That boy loves his prostate.  He seriously must be the horniest kid in Minnesota.

***

I was distracted by footsteps in the hall.  I saw Adam and Lisa walk past the door towards the end of the corridor.  I wondered if they would be angry with me for what happened.  It was all my fault Noah got into trouble for the first time in his life, and man, he is really in trouble.  Would they not want us to be friends anymore?  I’ve known them for as long as I can remember.  They will be pissed at Noah, but I am sure they will be just as disappointed with me.  I can’t even fathom not having Noah’s friendship.  I was suddenly fearful.  Losing Noah wasn’t something I’d even considered until now.

Mr. Tim poked his head in the door.  “Your mom is here bud,” he said, before opening the door wider.  Mom stepped in, her faced drowned in sorrow.  She seemed on the verge of crying.  “I’m sorry mommy,” I mustered, looking away, holding back tears.

“Oh, Max, honey,” she said opening her arms.  I ran to her and we embraced.  “It’s okay.  It will be all right.  None of this matters.  I love you so much,” she whispered.  She wasn’t crying, but you could tell she was on the cusp – full of emotion.  Tears began to well up in me too.

I let her hold me.  I wasn’t sure if Mrs. Bach told her I was kissing a boy, but assuming she didn’t, I had to tell her about being gay now, before it comes out when we meet with Bach.  No way I was going to let that bitch out me.  “Mom, I have to tell you something,” I said softly, with trepidation.  “I’m gay,” I managed to croak through my dry throat.

She squeezed me tighter.  “I know.  I know.  I think deep down I’ve always known.  When they called at the restaurant, they told me you were kissing another boy,” she said.  Damn her.  I knew that bitch couldn’t resist outing me.

 “I just want you to be happy.  I’m not thrilled about you getting into trouble, but it doesn’t bother me you like boys… or Cam.  Craig was good enough to tell us about Noah and Cam’s plan on the ride here, so I think I have an idea of what happened tonight.”

It was good she knew some of the background, but there was no way she could know everything.  If they told Mom I was kissing Cam, they surely told Noah’s parents he was in a fight.  I was not expecting Craig to come with them to Olympia.  “Craig came too?” I asked, looking up.  I was happy he was here.  He always helps calm and give me confidence.  And I know damn well he will stand up for me when I tell them the things Mrs. Bach said.

“Right here,” Craig answered, waving at me from the hallway, where he and Mr. Tim were standing.  The two had clearly been talking.  “I thought you and Stacy might need some backup.  Plus, some of what happened tonight might be my fault.”

Craig stepped into the office and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.  I leaned into him, comforted by his familiar grip.  I noticed Mom smiling at both of us.  Before I could say anything else, Mr. Tim reappeared.  “Noah’s parents requested you join them with Mrs. Bach and Mr. Johnson,” he said.

Mom wrapped her arm around me as we left the small office.  “You come too Craig.  We might as well make a party of it,” she said with a smirk.

Tim led us to the conference room.

***

The small room was already crowded.  Mrs. Bach and Mr. Johnson had taken seats at one end of an oval table.  Noah’s mom was sitting next to Mrs. Bach with Noah to her right.  Mr. Reed stood behind them.  One seat remained between Noah and Mr. Johnson.  “Max, sit down so we can begin,” Mrs. Bach said, pointing towards the open seat.

I nervously sat, glancing at Noah.  He nudged me with his knee and flashed the slightest of grins.  I couldn’t believe he was still trying to reassure me with the trouble he was facing, but I couldn’t take it any other way.  Mom stood behind me, her hands resting on my shoulders.  I don’t know if the room was truly hot or if I was just a nervous wreck, but I was breaking into a sweat.  I rubbed my hands on my pants to dry them.

Mrs. Bach glanced at Mom and then up at Craig, who was now standing next to Noah’s dad.  She was clearly confused.  “Are you… Max’s father?” she asked hesitantly, clearly confused.

“No ma’am,” Craig answered.  “I’m Craig Peters...” he began to explain.

“He’s our neighbor,” Adam explained.

“And Max’s mentor,” Mom added.

“Well, I’m not sure if it’s appropriate for you to be present,” Mrs. Bach replied snidely.

Mr. Tim, who was standing behind Noah, interjected.  “Mr. Peters is actually an emergency contact for both boys.”  It wasn’t lost on me he chose to stand by Noah and I, instead of taking up position behind Mrs. Bach and Mr. Johnson. 

“And we would all like for him to be present,” Noah’s mom added.

“Okay then,” Mrs. Bach replied, clearly thrown off her game.  She looked around at the crowded room.  I think it made her a little uncomfortable having such a large audience.  “Well, this is highly irregular to do this type of meeting in a combined fashion.  It completely goes against all FERPA guidelines, but Mr. and Mrs. Reed insisted.”  I could tell she didn’t like being outnumbered.

“Don’t worry, we’re pretty much family, right Stacy?” Lisa replied.  “We just want to get the full story,” she continued, glancing at Noah and I and then to Mrs. Bach.

“Yes, of course.  Perhaps your son can explain, as he seems to be in the middle of it all.”

All eyes shifted to Noah.  “Well,” he began nervously.  “Max and Cam were having problems… relationship problems.  I tried to patch things up with them last weekend but it failed, massively.  Cam and I had an idea to surprise Max at S.N.O.  They’d talked about going to dances together this year and Cam thought it would make a meaningful statement to show up here to make amends .  So, I bought Cam a ticket to get in.”

“You did that even though you were well aware only Olympia students are allowed to attend Spartan Nights?  Isn’t that right?” Mrs. Bach prodded.

“Yes, ma’am,” Noah mumbled.  “But I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

“Hmmph,” Mrs. Bach retorted sarcastically.  “Big deal?  NONE of this would have happened if you had followed the rules, young man.  They apply to everyone.”

I didn’t like how she was blaming Noah for everything.  It wasn’t his fault Brady decided to start shit with everyone.  I couldn’t stay quiet.  “It wouldn’t have been a big deal at all if it weren’t for Brady Jacobs!”

“Who is Brady Jacobs?” Adam asked.

“He’s the poor boy YOUR son punched in the nose,” Mrs. Bach snapped.  “I hope for your sake it’s not broken.”

“He had it coming!” Noah exclaimed.

“Noah Andrew!” his mom snipped.  “Violence is never the answer.  We’ve taught you that from the time you were little.”

“Brady Jacobs,” Mom repeated pensively.  “Where have I heard that name before?”

“He’s the kid that bullied me back in fourth grade, remember?” I answered.  “He tried to force me to lick his armpit at recess.”

“Yes, of course.  Right,” Mom replied.  “You had to stand up to him to make him stop.  It doesn’t sound like he’s changed his ways.”  Mrs. Bach glared at us disapprovingly. 

“Perhaps we should let the boys finish explaining what happened tonight,” Mr. Tim interjected.

“Noah is right,” I began.  “Everything would have been fine if it weren’t for Brady and his stoner friends.  Cam surprised me and we made up on the spot.  See, he made me this,” I said, producing Cam’s card and handing it to Mom.  She glanced at it and passed it to Lisa.  I didn’t really intend to show everyone, but Lisa’s reaction was worth it.  She was definitely having an ‘Awww’ moment and smiled at me.  Craig read it and beamed.  Even Adam flashed a sly smile.  Bach took a brief glance at the card and quickly passed it to Principal Johnson, her face twisting in disgust.  He quickly skimmed it and returned to me, showing no emotion at all.

I continued retelling the evening’s events.  “Noah and our friends, a bunch of us, were just hanging out dancing and having fun when Brady started trouble, calling Cam and I fags.”

“We ignored them the first time,” Noah said, taking over the narrative.  “Well except for Spencer who tried to stick up for Max and Cam.  But we pulled him away and calmed it all down.”

“Spencer?” Mom asked, perplexed.

“Schwab.  From gymnastics.  He just started sixth grade,” I explained.

“Everything was fine, for a while.  Brady took off and we went back to doing our thing,” Noah said.

“Until the slow song came on,” I added.

“Max and Cam were dancing… slow dancing,” Noah said.  “Several of us were.  It was great to see Max and Cam back together, happy for the first time in weeks.  But that’s when Brady showed up and started calling Max and Cam faggots again.”

“And instead of getting a teacher you took things into your own hands, isn’t that right?” Mrs. Bach asked.  Mr. Johnson took a deep breath.

“No!” Noah replied vehemently.  “He could have called us all the names he wanted, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him throw my girlfriend on the ground, bully my best friend for being gay, and try to beat up a sixth grader half his size.”  Adam and Lisa both gave Noah a quizzical look.  I don’t think either knew he had a girlfriend.  Of course, that was a very recent development.

“What?” Noah’s parents asked at the same time.

“You might back up a little,” Mr. Tim suggested.

“Ashley… Noah’s girlfriend…” I began.  Or maybe I should have said ex-girlfriend, now that her dad is never going to let her talk with Noah again.  “She stood up to Brady and it really ticked him off, so went after her.”

“What did she say?” Mom asked.

Noah and I looked at each other nervously.  Ashley’s take down was fantastic, but it’s not the kind of thing you wanted to repeat in front of a bunch of adults.  Noah finally spoke.  “She said at least Max and Cam have someone and at least they won’t be home… uh… alone… playing with themselves later.”  Adam looked shocked.  Craig quickly covered his mouth and coughed.  I think it was the only way he could stop himself from laughing.

“Yeah, and then Brady called Ashley the C word,” I added.  “AND he started going after her.  He looked really angry.”

“Spencer tried to protect Ashley by jumping on Brady’s back, but he flung him off like a rag doll,” Noah explained, the story quickly gaining momentum.   We were doing a fantastic job of putting all the blame where it belonged, on Brady.

“Yeah, and he told Spencer he was going to kill him,” I added.  “Ashley stood right up to him though.  She got in front of Spence and told Brady to leave him alone.  Brady is six foot and weighs at least twice as much as Spencer.  Brady grabbed her shoulder and threw her hard to the ground and then started looking for Spencer.  I think he was really going to hurt him.  But then Noah stepped in and… dropped him just like that.  One punch and he wasn’t so tough anymore.”  It was difficult not to sound too excited about Noah’s heroics.  Watching Brady crumple to the ground was so satisfying, but I tried to contain my enthusiasm for his sudden demise.

“I wasn’t trying to hurt him, honest, but someone had to stop him,” Noah mumbled.  “Nobody was stepping in to do anything to diffuse the situation.  If I didn’t stop him, he was going to hurt Spencer.  He’d already thrown Ashley down and nobody was around to do anything about it.”

“It sounds like a clear case of self-defense to me,” Adam suggested.

“Mr. Reed, resorting to physical violence is never necessary.  There were a dozen chaperones around that could have been called upon to resolve this,” Mr. Johnson explained.

“And where were these chaperones when this bully was starting all this trouble – either time?” Mom asked pointedly.

“They can’t be everywhere at all times!” Mrs. Bach retorted.  “Still, they weren’t so far away that couldn’t have been called upon.” 

“It’s odd they were so close but didn’t notice either of the situations,” I answered.

“Yeah,” Noah added, “It’s not like it wasn’t obvious that something out of the ordinary was going on.  A crowd gathered both times.”

“Was that the end of the altercation?” Craig asked.

“Yeah,” I replied.  “Noah put an end to it.”  It was hard not to smile.

The room was quiet.  I don’t think anyone knew exactly what to say.  Finally, Adam asked, “So where does the public display of affection come into all this?  Was that before the fight?”

“Ashley got up after Noah decked Brady and rewarded Noah’s chivalry with a huge kiss,” I explained.

“It was much more than a kiss,” Mrs. Bach answered.  “They were full-on making out.  The chaperones said tongues were involved.”  Noah’s face reddened as he looked down.  “Then Mr. Coleman and his… boyfriend decided they should get in on the act as well.  From the reports, they were practically doing it on the gym floor!”  She was animated, flinging her hands towards me.  She looked utterly unhinged.

“We were not!” I retorted.  “We were just kissing… and my hand might have slipped under Cam’s shirt.  That’s all.  You’re blowing it out of proportion because I was with another boy.”

“Disgusting!” Mrs. Bach.  “The reports say the two of you were groping each other.  Imagine the shock to our innocent students seeing two boys engaging in such repulsive behavior!”

“Max!  You know better,” Mom said, squeezing my shoulder even tighter.

“I know.  I’m sorry,” I replied sheepishly.  “I just kind of lost myself in the moment.”

“That’s no excuse,” Mrs. Bach answered.  The room was momentarily silent before she cleared her throat and resumed.  “Well, as you can see, both boys have committed multiple infractions.  Noah is being suspending for nine days for assault, public display of affection, and accessory to trespass.”

“Nine days!” Adam exclaimed.  “For a kid who has never been in trouble and was only defending his friends from being hurt when there was clearly no meaningful supervision?  That’s outrageous!”

“You may have bigger concerns than that.  I hope for your sake the other boy’s nose isn’t broken.  They might press charges… and seek damages,” Mrs. Bach said smugly as if she almost hoped they did sue Noah and his parents.

Lisa gasped, covering her mouth.

“Max is suspended for five days for accessory to trespass and inappropriate sexual behavior,” Mrs. Bach continued.  “And there’s more that we need to discuss.”

“Five days…  for a kiss?” Mom challenged.

“AND accessory to trespass,” Bach added defiantly.

“But Noah already explained that he had no idea Cam was coming,” Mom said.

“Yes, that is their story, if you choose to believe their lies,” Bach replied.

“It’s not a lie!” I yelled, tears starting to form.

“Now wait just a second,” Craig spoke up.  “I can assure you that Max was completely unaware that Cam would be here.  Noah had informed me of his plan… in fact, it was I who drove Cam here.  It’s not fair to punish Max for Cam’s presence.  You have zero evidence he was involved, because he wasn’t, at all.” 

Bach looked Craig up and down.  I am sure she was utterly disgusted an adult would help students break rules, or even worse, sanction an underage homosexual love affair.  “Perhaps,” Bach answered, “but he still knew Cam shouldn’t have been here.  He could have told him to leave or perhaps they should have left together before they felt compelled to put their lurid desires on display for everyone to see!”

“I still can’t believe you’re suspending my son for five days… for a kiss!” Mom said loudly.

“Ashley only got three days IN SCHOOL,” I blurted out.  “How fair is that?  And Brady says he got NO punishment at all.”  I pulled my phone from my pocket and pulled up the screen shot Jamie sent.  I handed it to Mom.

“Miss Richardson’s activities weren’t nearly as egregious, or disgusting, as yours.  Our students will never get the image of you two deviants out of their mind!”

“Oh, Jesus Christ!” Craig yelled suddenly, stunning the room into a brief silence.  “What the hell is this?  1958?” he continued.  “I see the problem here.  You’re a homophobe.  It’s 2019 lady!  Gay people exist.  Get over it!  You’re telling me you gave a girl 3 days IN school for making out, but a boy who gets kissed by another boy gets five days OUT of school?  Stacy, I know a lawyer who will have a fucking field day with this.  I’ll call him over the weekend and we can be in front of the superintendent first thing Monday morning.  I bet the local news will love to hear about this utterly flagrant discrimination as well.”

“Now let’s all calm down a little,” Mr. Johnson said, standing up.  “Let’s not get carried away.  There are review processes in place for these types of things.”

“Review process?” Mom replied sarcastically.  “What about this bully Brady getting away without a punishment?” she said angrily, thrusting my phone into Principal Johnson’s face.

“Now that’s simply not true,” Mr. Johnson replied as he studied the image on my phone.  His face twisted, obviously uncomfortable with what he was reading.  He wiped the sweat from his brow.  He clearly knew this was spiraling into a bad situation.  “I’ll need a copy of that, please.  He will NOT be escaping consequences, we merely delayed it so he could seek proper medical attention.  His parents will be coming in with him first thing Monday.  I believe he misunderstood.  I’ll try to straighten that out as soon as possible.”

“You should worry less about Mr. Jacobs and worry more about your own son anyway, Ms. Coleman.  We haven’t even begun to discuss the vulgar things Max said to me just before you arrived.”

Noah must have been bolstered by Craig’s outburst.  “The things he said to you?  How about the things you said to him?  You called him a ‘pervert’… and a ‘deviant’ and said his actions were ‘wicked.’  And you implied he would end up in jail like his father.”

“Excuse me?!” Mom shouted.  I could tell she was gripping my chair tightly.

“You said what?” Craig added, giving Bach a death stare.

“I was merely reminding Max he had a prime example of what happens when one doesn’t control their aberrant urges,” Bitch answered.

“You have to be kidding me.  What is wrong with you lady?” Craig berated her, which was glorious.  “You compared a boy kissing another boy his own age with what his father did?  That’s utterly pathetic.”

“How do you even know all the details of my personal life anyway?” I yelled.  The room was in complete chaos.

“You should have heard him,” Noah said.  “We all heard him.  He lost it when she brought up his dad.  Max told her she is being mean because she’s jealous he gets more D than her and accused her off getting off on humiliating kids.”

“Maxwell Alexander Coleman.  You did not!” Mom said, stunned.  “You know better than to be so disrespectful to an adult, even if you are being provoked.”  Noah cringed and flashed me a look indicating he knew he shouldn’t have said quite so much.

“Sorry.  I don’t even remember saying that stuff,” I said, looking down in shame.  Fuck!  They seemed to be on my side until that was mentioned.  Why didn’t I control my anger?

“Well, even your friends heard it, you were so loud,” Mrs. Bitch said, looking at me sternly.  “In all my years in education, I have never been treated so disrespectfully by a student.  Your behavior was completely appalling.  I think Mr. Johnson and I will have to consider additional consequences.”

“Actually,” Mr. Johnson said with a raised voice, taking control.  “I think we need to put ALL sanctions from tonight on hold,” he added emphatically.  He was clearly exerting his authority.  “Mrs. Bach and I, along with Mr. Tim, need to meet privately and conduct a thorough review of this evening’s incidents and the consequences assigned.” 

“What?” Bach answered, taken aback by being summarily overruled.

“We’ll discuss this later,” Mr. Johnson said in a stern whisper to his subordinate.  “I’m sure these fine people would like to get home.  I think it would do us all some good to gain some perspective and reconvene on Monday.  Can we plan to tentatively meet back here Monday morning… say at 10?”

Our parents seemed confused.  They seemed unsure what to think at the sudden change in tone.  They looked at each other questioningly.  “Um… okay,” Mom agreed hesitantly.  “I can take the morning off.”

“Does this mean Noah may not be suspended after all?” Adam asked.

“Not exactly,” Principal Johnson replied.  “Noah did hit another student, and however understandable his motivation, it isn’t considered self-defense if he isn’t being attacked himself.  There is a minimum consequence for any act of violence - no matter the circumstance.  That being said, nine days may not be entirely appropriate.  Just as I’m not sure an out-of-school suspension is warranted for Mr. Coleman.”

Mrs. Bitch looked incredulous.  She just got publicly smacked down by her boss.  I looked quickly at Mr. Tim, who looked pleased.  He was struggling not to grin.  It was obvious he was enjoying Mrs. Bach getting overruled as much as we were.  He turned to open the door, probably to hide his face. 

As we all stood to leave, Mr. Tim announced from just outside the door, “It appears the Widmer boy’s parents have arrived.”  Cam!  In all my excitement at watching Mrs. Bach get her comeuppance, it had slipped my mind he was still here, waiting.  I darted from the room.

He was flanked by his parents.  Mr. Rice - still wearing a suit - was next to Cam, a reassuring hand resting on his shoulder.  He must have come straight from the airport.  I’d never seen him that dressed up before and he looked very sharp.  He smiled when he saw me.  Mrs. Rice, on the other hand, looked as if she’d like to stick a dagger through my heart.  Cam leapt to his feet and rushed towards me.  We met and embraced.  “What’s happening?” he whispered.

“We don’t know for sure.  The AP suspended us both but now the principal is going to review it.  We have to come back Monday morning to find out.  Are you okay?” I asked.

“I… think so.  Mom is too shocked to be mad, so far.  I’m in deep shit, but I don’t care,” Cam replied, as he pushed me away so he could look into my eyes.  “This was the best night of my life.”

“I know.  Me too,” I said, pulling him back into another embrace.

“See!” I heard Mrs. Bach exclaim from behind me.  “That’s just the thing I was talking about.”

“Just give it a rest, Michelle.”  It was Mr. Tim.  There was no doubt where he stood.  As soon as Mr. Johnson showed any indication of support, Mr. Tim wasn’t hold back.  “It’s an innocent hug between kids for God’s sake,” he added, clearly frustrated by her over-reaction.

I couldn’t believe what happened next.  Mrs. Rice stood, her face as white as a sheet.  “Michelle?!” she said, staring at Mrs. Bach.

“Jeanine?!” Mrs. Bach replied, equally stupified.  I couldn’t believe it.  Mrs. Rice and Mrs. Bach knew each other!  That’s freaking rich.  “What are you…” Mrs. Bach stammered, before ending with a muted “oh my.”

“Cameron is my… son,” Jeanine answered, clearly embarrassed.  She suddenly charged towards us and pulled at Cam’s shoulder.  “That’s enough young man!  There will be no more of that… nonsense!” she exclaimed, disgusted.

“Dammit, Jeanine,” Mr. Rice intervened, pulling her away.  “Don’t make a spectacle of yourself.”  Cam’s mom looked completely flabbergasted. 

“I… see,” Mrs. Bach answered.  “Well, perhaps we should sit down.  I think this will be brief.”

“I can’t wait to catch up,” I whispered to Cam.

“Yeah, I know.  Me too.  Just not sure when that will be,” he answered with a frown.  “I better go,” he said raising his eyebrows as he sighed.  “This should be interesting.”  He gave me one last brief hug. 

I watched as Cam and his parents filed past Adam, Lisa, Mom and Craig.  Adam and Lisa looked annoyed, having never seen Jeanine at her worst.  I noticed Mom duck into an office to avoid her.  Craig smiled at Cam as he passed, patting him on the back.  Once Jeanine was beyond him, he rolled his eyes at both me and Mr. Rice.  Bob stopped momentarily next to Craig, who said something, briefly resting a hand on his shoulder.  I am sure they were sharing a thought about Cam’s crazy mom, or perhaps Mrs. Bach. 

I watched as Cam and his parents were escorted into the small conference room we just vacated.  I wondered what they could even do to Cam.  They can’t suspend him.  I’m sure he won’t get to attend a dance at Olympia after tonight, but so what?  I just hoped it wouldn’t be weeks before we could talk again.

Noah was standing by the office door.  “Can we please get out of here?” he asked, not really addressing anyone specific. 

Mom reappeared in the hallway.  “I’ll second that,” she said. 

***

I walked with Noah, a few yards ahead of our parents.  “I’m really sorry about all this,” I told him.

“Sorry for what?  You didn’t do anything!” he replied.

“I guess.  But none of this would have happened if it weren’t for me.”

“Dude, stop!  You’d do the same for me, right?”

“Of course,” I quickly answered.  Then I remembered Ashley’s father’s comment about never allowing her to see Noah again.  Maybe I could do something and help him gain her father’s trust.  Noah and Ashley seemed to truly bond tonight.  “There is something you might need some help with.”

He nudged me as we walked.  “You mean maybe a BJ?” he asked, laughing.

“Well, maybe.  I do owe you.  But I was thinking you might need help convincing Ashley’s dad you are someone worthy of dating his daughter, not just some horny bastard who only wants to get in her pants.  When they were walking out he told her she wasn’t allowed to have contact with you ever again.”

“What?” he asked, taken off guard.  “That’s crap!”

“Yeah.  I know it sucks, but hopefully he was just pissed off in the moment and will chill.  I think parents are hardwired to react like that when their baby is doing adult stuff.”

“Shit!” he exclaimed.  “But hey…at least I got my first real kiss,” he added with a smirk. 

***

Noah and I climbed into the third seat of their Armada.  The car was eerily quiet for blocks.  I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.  Despite being livid with Mrs. Bach, I knew there was no way our parents weren’t also upset for some of the things we did and said.  Noah did punch a kid, we both were making out, and then there was my over-the-top rant at Mrs. Bach.  I shuddered to think how I was going to handle that.  I kept looking at Mom, expecting her to lay into me, but she stared quietly out the window.  She looked deep in thought.

Finally, Craig broke the ice.  “Well, that assistant principal was sure a piece of work, huh?  I don’t remember her from Emily and Rachel’s days at Olympia.”

“She came in the middle of last year,” Noah explained.  “I’ve never talked to her before.  Nobody has complained about her being that mean though, at least not that I can remember.”

“Yeah, me either,” I added.  “Most of the kids we hang with don’t get sent to the office.”  I figured it didn’t hurt to remind our rents that we were usually regarded as the ‘good kids.’

We were at a light and Adam turned around to scowl at us.  “And gentlemen, I hope to hell I never hear about either of you having to talk to her again,” he uttered with a tone and look that made me instinctively clench my butt.  “That being said… I still can’t believe how narrow minded she is.  How can a public school administrator be like that in 2019?”

“Well, judging by Principal Johnson’s reaction, I’m not sure she will be around much longer,” Craig answered.  “She seemed oblivious to the liability and shit storm she was exposing the District to with her double standards and blatantly unfair discipline.  Johnson seemed to get it at least.  I always did like him.”

“It was like someone transplanted her from a 1960’s sitcom or something,” Lisa added.  “At least you can steer clear of her, if you behave,” she said, looking at me.  “But Cam’s mom seemed just as out of touch.  I’d only met her briefly, but she always seemed pleasant.  I had no idea.”

Mom laughed to herself.  “Oh, I could have told you that woman was a complete witch.  I have stories, but we don’t have enough time.”

“That’s for sure,” Craig added.  “Cam and Max knew she would be a challenge.  The good news is Cam’s dad is 100% supportive.”

“That’s nice,” Lisa replied. 

As the car fell into another awkward silence, I wasn’t sure what to think.  It seemed as soon as the conversation steered towards my sexual orientation, nobody wanted to talk.  Were they ashamed of me because I was gay?  Too afraid to talk about it?  They seemed supportive, at least in regards to criticizing Mrs. Bach’s gay-bashing, but it was still unsettling that nobody was bringing it up.  It was like the proverbial elephant in the room everyone seemed to be ignoring.  I’m not sure why it bothered me, but it did.  I think it was because I was secretly worried Adam, Lisa, and Mom may not be completely accepting.  Maybe the Reeds were afraid I would try to take advantage of Noah?  That was a funny thought, considering he’s the one who has been using my desire to suck cock to his advantage – which he always initiates.  They would die if they knew I had sucked off both their sons. 

As much as the silence bothered me, I’m not sure what I expected anyone to say exactly.  Did I really want Adam to turn around and ask something like “So you like dick then?”  Maybe it was better if we all just kept our thoughts to ourselves.  I know Mom will want to have a long talk when we get home, but I just want to sleep.  It has been such a long, crazy week, with all sorts of wild ups and downs.  All I could think about the remainder of the car ride to Noah’s was snuggling up with the gymnastics bear that smells like Craig and falling asleep.

***

Adam pulled into their garage.  I wasn’t sure what to expect.  Even though I was exhausted, I was hopeful the adults would want to hang out for a few minutes.  I desperately wanted to talk to Noah more about the evening’s events - alone.  It was so much fun surprisingly reuniting with Cam at the dance, I didn’t bother to ask how it even came to happen.  I learned at school that Craig was in on the plan – even driving Cam to Olympia – but there had to be more.  Something else clearly went down after I stormed out of Noah’s house last weekend, and I understood now why Noah was so vague and cagey when he talked about it.  I was dying to hear the details. 

“Do you want to come in for some dessert or something?” Lisa asked.  Yes!  That’s just what I wanted.

Sadly, Mom had other ideas.  “We better get home,” she answered.

“Understand,” Adam agreed.  “We need to sit down with Noah too.  There’s apparently a lot for him to fill us in on.” Adam seemed annoyed.  It didn’t bode well for my best friend.

“Well, catch you later,” I said quietly to Noah.  “This is gonna suck,” I added in a whisper.

He nodded.  “I know.”

“Thanks again… for everything.”  I was standing right by him.  He looked at me - we briefly made eye contact.  We both stared in silence, having a moment, our already unbreakable bond somehow growing even stronger.  We simultaneously reached to hug the other.  It was unspoken, but we both knew we had each other’s backs – and always would.  It was an amazing feeling.

Still, I felt guilty.  I know his parents were going to pile on him, and it was, in many ways, my fault.  If I wouldn’t have given Cam reason to dump me, none of this would have happened.  Even if I had merely stayed home tonight - like I wanted - Noah would be in the clear.  I swear everyone close to me always gets hurt. 

I cleared my throat loudly to gain everyone’s attention.  Then I spoke loudly, with conviction.  “What happened tonight is my fault.  If it weren’t for me, Noah wouldn’t have done any of that stuff tonight,” I said, looking down at my new Vans.  When I looked up, Craig was frowning.  “Adam… Lisa… please don’t be too hard on Noah.  He was just trying to protect me… and Cam, Ashley, and Spencer.”

I panned the garage.  Why do so many pivotal moments for me seem to happen in this room?  It’s freaky.  Everyone was watching me, most in disbelief.  I knew the expression Noah was giving me: it was his ‘oh, just stop’ look.  But I continued.  “I don’t mean for everyone around me to get hurt.  I’m sorry.” I glanced at Craig.  He sighed, almost exasperated.  But it was true; two days ago, I hurt his feelings.  Now, Noah, Cam, and Spencer are in trouble.

Lisa stepped up to me.  “That will be enough of that kind of talk, young man.  Noah wasn’t doing anything you wouldn’t do for him if the shoe was on the other foot.  Now give me one of those great Max hugs,” she demanded.  I wrapped my arms around her.  If Craig is the father I never really had, Lisa has always been like my second mom.  She used to hug me often when I was little.  How long had that been?  Two years?  Maybe three?  She squeezed me tight.  “You know being gay changes nothing, right?  We love you and will always consider you to be our third son.  We never expect anything other than you to be true to yourself.  Understood?”

“Thanks,” I mumbled.  I was glad she finally mentioned it.  I melted into her embrace, basking in the unfettered love of a mom-hug.

Adam walked toward me, having rounded the back of the SUV.  He stopped and ruffled my hair.  “Everything will work out,” he said, smiling.  “Don’t worry, we’ll stop short of having Noah drawn and quartered.”  I wasn’t even sure what ‘drawn and quartered’ meant, but it was clear by his tone he was trying to add some levity to the otherwise tense garage.  I tried my best to smile.  “We all love you to death Max, no matter what.  Nothing will change how we feel,” he added in a more serious tone as he gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze.

Whew!  I was still concerned for my best friend, and anxious about discussing all this with Mom, but at least Adam and Lisa weren’t rejecting me for being gay.  Neither seemed to be bothered by tonight’s revelation.

I followed Mom towards the driveway, dreading the hours ahead.  Craig stopped me for a quick, reassuring hug.  Then he reluctantly headed home, undoubtedly to tell Kim all about what happened at school.  He stopped at the top of the hill and watched until we pulled away, giving a final wave.  He almost seemed sad, like he was being left out of something important.  Was he thinking he should be beside me as I navigated this difficult situation?  Perhaps he wished he could do more to help, but knew this was something I had to handle on my own?  Or maybe he was freaking out I would come clean about us to Mom?

***

As I hopped into Mom’s Camry, I watched Adam retreat inside their house as the garage door lowered.  There was something about the doors closing, sealing me from Noah, that made me feel alone and isolated.  It was just Mom and I now, and there was no escaping the uncomfortable conversation to come.

I expected Mom to pepper me immediately with questions, but instead she just patted me on the leg and flashed a supportive smile.  She drove in silence, turning up the radio to fill the awkward quiet.  I know she had to be curious, but either she was waiting until we were home or didn’t know how to begin.

Remember a few days ago when I was riding with Mom and that Maddie & Tae song came on that had me all choked up thinking about Cam?  It must be very popular, because it came on again.  Initially it made me sad as I recalled my prior reaction.  But it didn’t last.  Now that I had Cam back, the words didn’t resonate the same way.

Mom suddenly gasped, covering her mouth.  She looked over at me with wide eyes.  Clearly something clicked for her.  She grinned at me – but it was a different kind of look than I’ve seen from her before – like she was regarding me as more mature.  It also seemed empathetic.  “This song!  It wasn’t your father it reminded you of… it was Cam!” 

“Um… yeah,” I managed.  “Sorry.”  I’m not sure what I was apologizing for exactly.  Maybe for lying about it reminding me of Dad?  Or perhaps it was for not telling her I was gay then, like I almost did.

“It’s okay baby, that’s kind of adorable.”  Oh god, now Mom thinks my love life is sweet.  Cringey!

I looked away, embarrassed.  I could feel my face flush with embarrassment.  Mom coughed to clear her throat.  “Sorry,” she muttered, aware she’d been too cutesy.

“You know, I came so close to telling you right then,” I said quietly, my gaze still averted.  I couldn’t bring myself to look at her.  “That I am gay,” I added, realizing afterwards I was probably stating the obvious.  It felt weird to say.  After months of inner turmoil, it seemed surreal to finally be discussing my sexuality with her.  “That was the second time it was on the tip of my tongue.”  I couldn’t help but think of some of the other things I’d had on the tip of my tongue that Mom wouldn’t approve of!

“The second?” she asked.

“Yeah, remember when we ate at Broder’s?  We were talking before dinner about some of our favorite trips,” I said.  “It felt like a good time to share.”

“I remember,” she said.  “That was nice.  Why didn’t you?”

“I chickened out.  I was scared.”

“Scared of what, honey?  You know I love you.”

“I dunno,” I answered.  “I wasn’t sure how you’d react.  I was afraid you’d be disappointed… you know…after all you had to deal with Dad.”

“Disappointed?  Why would I be disappointed?” she asked, seemingly surprised.  “Haven’t I made it quite clear how open-minded I am about such things?”

I shrugged.  “I knew you didn’t have a problem with gay people – in general.  But I didn’t know how you would feel if it was your only son.  Maybe you had your heart set on grandkids or something?”

“Max!  Gay people can be parents too these days.  It just takes a little more creativity,” she replied.  “There’s always adoption.  You are great with little kids.  I’m positive you’d make a fantastic father.”

“I guess.” I never really thought about that as a possibility.  I suddenly envisioned Cam and I together, much older of course, going on some rad beach vacation with our two adorable sons.  I would love that.  It made me happy inside.

“You know it really isn’t that much of a surprise, right?  I’ve had suspicions for a while now,” she said.  “Don’t get me wrong Max, it was still a shock to get a call from school reporting you were making out with and groping another boy.  That wasn’t how I expected to learn the truth.”

“Sorry,” I said.  “But really, you knew?  How?”  I had no idea Mom suspected.  I always thought I came off masculine and straight.  Do other people notice too?  It made me uneasy… but then I remembered I pretty much just came out to the whole school.  It’s no longer a secret.  Still, I didn’t like the idea of appearing gay to others.

“Lots of things.  I didn’t think much about it at the time, but remember when we went to St. Maarten?”

“Yeah, of course.”  That was island with the nudist resort Dad took us to.

“Well, you always seemed more curious about the men and boys.  Before we went, I was afraid you would stare at the women.  But you seemed oblivious to them.  You watched all the other boys, though.”

“Really?” I answered.  “I don’t really remember that.”

“I do.  I thought maybe it was just a comparison thing boys do,” she answered.  “But there were other things, too.  I know it’s a stereotype, but you were always meticulous about keeping your room clean.  You never cared for the same sports most boys liked.  Your friendships with other boys - especially Noah - always seemed intense, and much more personal and intimate than what most boys form.”

“What?” I asked.  “Noah’s not remotely gay, Mom.”  Even if he does ask me to blow him every now and then.

“I know,” she replied.  “What I’m trying to say is that you seemed to have a natural affinity towards other boys and a tendency to bond more deeply than most.”

“Oh,” I replied quietly.  I never thought of it, but realized she was probably right.  I’m friendly with lots of girls, but my friendships with other guys are different, even if they aren’t sexual.

“Also,” she continued before pausing.  She appeared hesitant.  “When we’ve been out recently, you never notice the cute girls, even when they practically stare at or flirt with you.  It was at American Eagle this spring that I convinced myself it was a real possibility.  I still didn’t believe it, but I did finally accept there was a good chance my hunches were correct.”

“American Eagle?  What?”

“Do you remember Toby?  The guy who was working there when we went shopping?”

“No,” I answered, “Huh?”

“Well, he certainly noticed you.  He followed you around the store like a lost puppy, suggesting things he thought you might like.” 

It was starting to come back to me.  It was just after I started going out with Cam and wanted to ask Mom to buy me some cool AE trunks but was too shy to ask.  I kept circling back by the underwear display and looking at them.  I think I recall her commenting that I had plenty or something like that.  Thankfully, Craig picked up some nice ones for me not long after.  I did faintly remember the thin, blonde teen who helped us.  “What about him?” I asked.

“Well, he was obviously gay,” Mom explained.  I don’t think I picked-up on that, but then again, I was thinking mostly about finding cool clothes to impress Cam.  “He had a rainbow pin on his lapel and everything.  When we checked out, he rushed to the extra register specifically to help us, beaming at you the whole time.  He even called you by name when we left, which he must have overheard.”

“So?” I asked.  I still didn’t get what she was saying.  Was she telling me the worker at AE was hitting on me?

“Well, it was like he just… knew.  Like there’s a vibe all gays give off that he was sensing,” she explained.  “I’ve heard people joke about gaydar, but I had no idea it was a real thing.  He seemed to read it from you somehow.”

“Oh,” I responded, not sure what to say.  So, the AE guy could tell too somehow?  What the hell am I doing that gives it away?  It bothered me that it was so apparent.  “I probably didn’t notice him, because he was, you know, older.”  I thought to myself what a stupid thing that was to say, considering older guys are definitely NOT a turn-off.  Perhaps he wasn’t old enough?

“Maybe.  It wasn’t like he was being creepy,” Mom explained.  “It was more like he was trying to tell you it was okay to be yourself or something.  I can’t really explain it.” 

“Interesting,” I replied, fascinated by her observations.

“I should have been more astute when you and Cam became so close,” she continued, a hint of disappointment in her voice.  “Even your friendship with Craig makes more sense to me now.”  I winced.  Did she have an idea the things Craig and I did in Mexico?

“Craig?” I asked, mildly alarmed. 

“You two just seemed to bond so quickly.  I thought it was because he was filling a void for you – being the father you always deserved.”  I cringed.  Filling a void?  Yeah, I guess you could say that.

“Yeah,” I answered.  “That’s what it was… for sure,” I added, trying to sound convincing.  I had to throw her off the scent.  “Craig loves and accepts me – unconditionally, and without ever expecting anything in return.  He is always there for me, not matter what,” I explained confidently.  Even when I practically got myself raped by a pervert.

“I was almost to the point of asking you, but began second guessing myself when Kim told me I was crazy.  We had drinks while you were in Cozumel.  She told me there was no way you were gay.”

“She didn’t know,” I replied.  “She only found out last weekend.”

“I know,” she answered as she pulled down our street. 

***

I kicked off my shoes and followed Mom inside.  I started to head to my room, hoping we’d talked enough.  I wanted to check in with my friends to find out what rumors were flying around school.  But, I was most desperate to text Noah and Cam.  I needed to find out what was happening with them.  They were probably still being talked to, but I was frantic for an update.”

“Where do you think you’re going?” Mom immediately asked, her tone indicating she wasn’t through with me yet.

“Uh…um… I was just going to change clothes,” I explained, lying.

“Okay,” she replied.  “But come right back down.  We have more to discuss.” 

I nodded, and bolted to my room.  I sat on the toilet so I could scan my phone while I took a piss.  There was nothing.  Not a message from anyone.  I’m not sure what I expected, but thought there would be something from Jamie, Spencer, or maybe even Seb.  I quickly sent a message to Noah and Cam.

I slipped into some comfortable shorts and a clean t-shirt and plodded back down to the living room.  Mom was sitting on the couch, waiting for me, a tall glass of wine in her hand.  I sat down on the opposite end of the couch.

She scooted towards me.  “So,” she said, before pausing and smiling, “tell me about you and Cam.”

I walked her through how our relationship began to blossom about a year ago when Cam offered an olive branch at the beginning of last season.  I explained how we would text, first about gymnastics mostly, but then about life.  I told her by Christmas we were good friends, but were keeping it a secret, because he was sure his mom wouldn’t approve.  “She thought we were evil heathens, remember?”

“She probably still does,” Mom smirked.  “When did it become more… romantic?” she asked shifting away from me.  I could tell from her body language she was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.  She suddenly seemed more tense.

“Not until spring break.  I was crushing on him, but didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere at the gym.  It was so much better with us getting along.  I didn’t think he was gay and would take it wrong, so I didn’t tell him,” I explained.  “Funny thing is, he was doing the exact same thing.  We figured it out when Cam came along to the theater with Noah and I.  It was a scary movie and we ended up holding hands, under Cam’s coat.”

“Awww, that’s sweet,” she responded, some of tension dissolving.

“Yeah.  So, we stayed up until four in the morning talking.  It’s just always been electric.  And we we’ve been together ever since.  Well until a few weeks ago.”

“I see,” she answered.  “And then I understand you broke up.  Why?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” I answered.  “I messed up.  I deserved to be dumped.”

“It’s okay.  I think I know the gist of the story anyway,” she answered.

I panicked.  “You do?” I asked hesitantly.

“I think so.  Craig told us in the car, on the way to school,” she began.  I couldn’t believe Craig would confess!  It didn’t seem logical after how many times he stressed to me to keep our secret.  I didn’t know what to even say.  But I misunderstood.  “He told us about Cam – how he was sure his parents would divorce and he would have to move back to Texas if his mom found out he was gay.  He thought he would be sent to a gay conversion camp.  I could certainly see how that could drive a boy deeper into the closet and make him not want to risk having a boyfriend.”

I was dumbfounded.  I knew Cam was worried about his mom, but he never expressed concern she would move him back to Texas and send him to that religious camp to ‘cure’ his gayness.  I couldn’t believe he never discussed it with me.  It had to be something he became aware of after we broke up.

Mom must have recognized the surprise upon my face.  “You… didn’t… know… that,” she said.

I shook my head.  I was swimming in confusion.  Then I started to piece things together.  I remembered something Noah said to me after our big blow up at his place.  “Cam’s mom has been on him and I think it kind of effed with his mind,” he told me.  Even Craig mentioned Cam was dealing with some issues.  It all made so much more sense.  After I stormed out, Cam must have come clean about something that happened with his mom.  That must have been why he was being a prick toward me!

“Sorry honey, I figured you knew these things.  Craig said Mrs. Rice was super religious and homophobic.  That certainly didn’t come as any surprise.  She always did seem like a prude,” she said.  “I still don’t understand what caused him to dump you.  Did he just fabricate some excuse to stay in the closet longer?”

“Sorry, that’s just between us,” I answered.  I didn’t want to get into it.  I couldn’t tell her about Craig and I, obviously, but I didn’t want to tell her about Eduardo either.  I didn’t want to talk about sex – period!  This was uncomfortable enough already.

She took a deep breath and sighed.  “Nothing should be private from a mom when her kid’s well-being is at stake,” she answered before chugging some wine.  “So, have you two done more than hold hands and kiss since then?”

“Mom!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up.  I stared at her in disbelief as I ran my fingers through my hair.  I realized I was beginning to sweat.

She continued to look at me solemnly.  “Don’t mom me.  I need to know.”

“No, you don’t!  Did your parents ask you about your relationship details when you were my age?”

“No.  But they probably should have,” she answered.  “So, the two of you are beginning to explore, I presume?  Tonight wasn’t the first time you made out, was it?”

“Yes mom,” I replied sarcastically.  “We’ve kissed before,” I added, rolling my eyes.

“And anything else?” she kept prying.  I shrugged.  “Maaaax,” she pressed.

“Fine!” I blurted out.  “We’ve done EVERYTHING!  I absolutely love sucking cock and getting fucked!  Okay?  Is that what you wanted to hear?  Are you happy now?”

She was clearly not expecting my revelations.  “Maxwell Alexander Coleman!  You’re barely 14 years old.  What in the world?”  She looked revolted, and placed her wine down on the table and pushed it away - as if that was what was making her feel sick and not the thought of her son taking a dick up his ass.

“You asked!” I replied angrily.  “Don’t get mad at me now for telling the truth when you asked the question.”

She took a heavy breath.  “All right, I guess that’s fair.  I’m just stunned.  I mean… you’re still so young.”

“Am not,” I retorted.  “How old were you when you first had sex?”

She shifted in her seat.  I could tell I made her uncomfortable by posing the same question she just asked me.  “Sixteen… almost,” she said with a heavy sigh.  “But I was young and stupid.  Besides, we aren’t talking about me right now.  We’re talking about you and I expect you to be smarter.  You’re too young to have sex.  It’s dangerous.  There are all kinds of diseases.”

“Well, apparently I’m not too young.  Everything fits just fine!” I retorted.  I couldn’t believe I just said that to my mother.  “Cam isn’t too young either.  At least you don’t have to worry about either of us getting pregnant, right?” I continued, trying to persuade her it wasn’t the tragedy she imagined.  “It’s not like we’ve done it that much – we are hardly ever alone.”  That was a bit of a stretch.  We might not have fucked very many times, but we’ve had plenty of sleepovers and those always involved multiple blow jobs.

She grimaced.  “And you won’t be anytime soon,” she snapped.  “I wouldn’t let you have a sleepover with a girlfriend at your age, so the same rule applies to Cam.”

“Mom!  That’s not fair!  We just got back together” I protested.  “We love each other and you can’t stop us from expressing that physically.  It’s my body!  What’s the big deal, anyway?”

“You are 14!  That’s what!  Is Cam even 14 yet?”

“Not quite.  But so what?  Why does that matter?  We’re in the same grade.  This isn’t some stupid teenage puppy love thing.  We really love each other,” I pleaded.

She rolled her eyes.  I’m sure she thinks I’m just young and stupid.  “It does matter.  No more.  You are still young boys and having sex is not okay.  I’m sure Cam’s parents feel the same way.”  I thought about Jeanine.  I’m sure she certainly felt that way.  Who knew Jeanine and Mom would ever agree on something?  Cam’s dad didn’t seem to be bothered though.  “If you can’t abide by my rules you won’t be able to see him.” It was like I’d been punched in the gut.  Mom was basically threatening to destroy everything.  My anger boiled.

“Fine!  Yes ma’am,” I said sarcastically.  There was no sense arguing with her, and god forbid she start asking for too many details.  “May I go to bed now, warden?”

“Not quite.  And don’t be so flippant.  We still need to talk about tonight.  I’m not happy with your behavior at school or the way you spoke to Mrs. Bach,” she replied, her voice building, expressing her displeasure.  “Suspended!  You’ve never been in so much trouble your whole life!”

“What?  I didn’t do anything wrong!  We’re meeting with Principal Johnson on Monday.  He pretty much already said I shouldn’t have been suspended!”

“Excuse me?  Were you not making out in public, caressing Cam’s chest?  Did you not respond with vulgarities to Mrs. Bach?”

“Only because she was so rude to me!  I didn’t start it.  I had been polite until then.  You can ask Mr. Tim if you don’t believe me.”

“That’s not an excuse.  I didn’t raise you to be disrespectful to anyone, especially adults.  You are still a child, in case you’ve forgotten, and your behavior tonight was both inappropriate and unacceptable!  I have no choice but to ground you.”

“What?!  No!  This is so unfair!  I’m the victim!” I yelled, tears forming.  “You haven’t grounded me since I was like 10!  You can’t!”

“Oh, I can!” she retorted.  “Now, give me your phone!”

“Mom, please!” I begged.  “I have to know what’s going on with Noah and Cam, and at school.”

“This is not a negotiation, Max.  I’m not asking, and I will not tell you again,” she answered sharply, her hand held out.  “There will be time enough to catch up, when you are UNGROUNDED!”

I started to cry.  This was the best night and now it’s in shambles.  Not being able to talk to my friends in the aftermath of the S.N.O.  incident would be the worst.  “You can’t do this,” I screamed.  I didn’t know how she could be so accepting of my being gay but not at all understanding about being bullied for it. 

“I can, and I will.  I’m the parent, you’re the child.  You will do as I say, period.  No phone, no games, no electronics, or going anywhere besides school – if you are even allowed - until at least next weekend.  And if you have a shitty attitude, I can guarantee you it will be even longer.  Expect extra chores too, even more if you are out of school.”

“I can’t believe you are doing this!  You’re completely ruining my life.  I thought you were going to be supportive!”

“I am supportive - about you being gay.  But being sexually active and being so disrespectful and rude?  No.  Now GIVE ME THE PHONE!”

I reluctantly pulled my phone from my pocket and threw it on the couch.  “I hate you,” I spat and stormed to my room.

***

I flopped onto my bed, filled with rage.  How could she do this to me?  I knew Cam’s mom would be a bitch about everything, but I hoped mine would be cooler.  What’s the point of having a boyfriend if we can’t spend any private time together?  I’ve been mad at Mom before, but in this moment I was genuinely filled with hate. 

As I sobbed, I briefly thought about packing a bag and leaving.  It was all fantasy, of course, but I imagined Cam doing the same.  We could run away together where nobody could tell us what do.  It was fun to dream about, even if I knew it was unrealistic.

My head was buried in my pillow when Mom came into my room.  She didn’t even knock.  “I came to get your electronics.  Where is your laptop?”  I didn’t answer, or even look, at her.  “Never mind, I see it on the desk,” she said.  I heard her footsteps as she walked across the room.  “You can use this to do homework downstairs, but that’s it,” she announced.  I heard her pulling the power cable from my PlayStation.  Damn!  She was really shutting me off.  I wanted to fucking scream.  I was going to die of boredom.

She stopped at the door.  “I’m doing this for your own good, Max.  I know you’re upset and probably don’t believe me right now, but I love you and just want what’s best,” she announced.  I still didn’t respond.  She sighed.  “You know, this isn’t fun for me either,” she said bitterly.  “But it’s my responsibility to discipline you so you learn from such serious mistakes.”  She sounded like punishing me was more painful for her somehow.  What bullshit.  I didn’t give a shit how she rationalized completely fucking up my life.  She was choosing to act like a callous bitch.

I rolled away from her and pulled the pillow over my head.  “JUST FUCKING GO AWAY!” I wailed through sobs.  “I hate you!  You stupid… alcoholic bitch.” I was about to call my own mother a cunt, but substituted at the last minute.  I’m honestly not even sure what stopped me.  Perhaps I had a vision of her taking a hammer to my PlayStation, or maybe I knew ‘cunt’ was going too far.

“EXCUSE me?” she replied, clearly offended.  She marched over to my bed and stood towering over me, leering.

I sat up and gave her a death stare.  “You heard me.  You get plastered all the time.  You think I don’t notice how much you drink?  I’m not oblivious, Stacy,” I replied.  I knew calling her by her name would piss her off.  “See!  You’re not fucking perfect either, but nobody is ruining your life for it.  If you weren’t passed out drunk maybe you’d know Cam and I had amazing sex - right here,” I said, pointing to my bed.  “You couldn’t even talk to me tonight without a tall glass of wine.”  My diatribe over, I buried myself back under the pillow.

Mom made some unintelligible reply.  She was clearly stunned by my calling her out for her own shortcomings.  She didn’t move at first, but eventually left, quietly closing the door.  Seconds late she opened it again, only slightly.  “I love you, Max.  More than anything in this world.  I’m sorry you’re so upset, but you need a parent, not another friend,” she offered sternly, her voice cracking like she was fighting back tears.  “We can talk more in the morning when you’ve calmed down and haven’t completely forgotten who you are speaking to.”  That wasn’t going to happen.  I was never going to talk to her again!

She closed the door, and this time, actually left.

***

I remained hidden under my pillow for several minutes, raging.  Eventually it became too hot and I flung the pillow across the room.  I rolled onto my back and pulled off my t-shirt, letting the cool air from the ceiling fan dry my sweat. 

I eventually got up to piss.  There was nothing left to do but sleep, and I was exhausted.  It wasn’t like my misery was going anywhere.  I could resume being despondent tomorrow.  I kicked off my shorts and underwear.  I was going to enjoy sleeping nude; at least she couldn’t take that simple pleasure away.  I was about to flip off the light, when something caught my eye:  the gymnastics bear Kim bought me.

She mentioned that I could sleep with it, but I didn’t think I really would.  But it suddenly seemed appealing.  I grabbed it from the shelf and locked my door.  I didn’t want Mom to see me sleeping with it, or even coming into my room for that matter.  Then I climbed into bed and pulled it against me.  The smell of Craig’s cologne brought me comfort, as well as planting a small seed of horniness.

If only Craig and Kim were my parents.  There is no way they would be coming down on me like this.  I already know Craig understands about Cam and I having sex.  Hell, he encouraged us and helped me get over my fears.  I cuddled the bear as I imagined being in their house instead of my own, Craig tucking me in.  I briefly considered sneaking out and walking to Craig’s, but had a sense he wouldn’t appreciate it.  He would expect me to be responsible and deal with Mom and I don’t want to disappoint him.

I shifted in my bed and when I did the soft fur of the bear brushed against my dick.  It felt nice and I realized I was slightly boned.  Was the scent of Craig attached to the bear causing that?  Or was it just a matter of being naked, my junk rubbing across the cool sheets, desperate for some stress relief?

I was too angry to be horny, but for some reason the urge to jerk off overcame me.  It was one thing that bitch couldn’t take away from me!  I gripped my cock and began stroking it.  It quickly hardened.  It gave me satisfaction to know that while she is probably in her bed sulking about our argument, here I am, playing with my awesome gay cock! 

I dreamed about being back with Cam, face down on his bed, his cock filling my ass once more.  It was just a few days ago that Chad had left me sore and it was amazing to me that I was already longing to be fucked again.  I wonder if mommy knows what a desperate little whore her faggot son is?  She’d completely flip if she knew I had a huge adult dick in my ass only a few days ago.

I needed more.  I went to the bathroom and returned with my hair brush and some lotion.  It wasn’t as optimal as Joshua’s light saber M&M dispenser, but it would do.  I covered the handle in lotion and pressed it to my ass.  I was surprised when it slid in easily.  Obviously there were still lingering effects of Chad’s huge cock. 

I brought myself up to my knees on my bed.  I vigorously worked the brush handle in and out of my ass while I pumped my cock with the other hand.  It felt so good.  I felt so defiant.  It was as if I was spiting Mom by being so naughty.  If she knew the things I’d done – with Craig and with Chad, she would really lose it.  It pleased me to have done such deviant things that would freak her out, without her knowing.  She could never take away my love for cock. 

As I plundered my ass with the brush, I thought about getting fucked by Cam, and Craig, and even Chad.  Fuck Mom!  For good measure, I even imagined giving my hole up to Jamie and Seb.  I thought about pounding Spencer’s tight little bottom.  It made me realize how much younger and smaller Spencer is, and he’s a little cockslut too.  Clearly his ass was meant to get fucked, and from a young age, because he loved it when he was only 11.  Mom should be lucky I waited until I was nearly 14!  I wish I could tell her about Spencer, just to prove my point, but I obliviously can’t narc on him.  Clearly, she just doesn’t understand.

I thought of the ultimate sex act that would send her off her rocker, and it wasn’t even unrealistic.  Guess what Mommy, I bet I could even get Noah to fuck me with that fat dick of his.  What would you think of that?  Your long-time best friend’s straight son doing me!  There was a whole group of boys I could get nasty with.  I bet the bunch of us could have a huge sleepover sometime and fuck and suck each other all night long.  Wouldn’t it be rich having her walk in on me with a cock balls deep in my ass and one stuffed in my throat?  I’m going to have all the gay sex I want and there’s not a damn thing she can do about it!

My orgasm of defiance hit me from nowhere.  I splattered the comforter with jizz as my hand flashed madly up and down my shaft.  I’ve rarely come so damn hard.  I was gasping for breath and covered with sweat.  I rubbed the sticky goo all over my chest, flicking my hips and licking off the last of the drops.  I could feel it tightening my skin as it dried in the breeze of the fan. 

I would normally shower after such an episode, but not tonight.  I was going to bed covered in my own spunk.  It felt empowering somehow to choose to sleep with my cum forming a crust across my pecs.  I tossed the brush to the floor and lay back down, pulling the bear to me. 

Jerking off must have released some tension, because I was soon asleep.

*** End of Chapter 30 ***

Author’s Notes:

What lies in store for our young hero?  Will his suspension be reduced?  When will he get to see Cam again?  Will school become a minefield now that he outed himself?

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