Max’s Awakening #50

By craigpwriter888@tutanota.com and J

Author’s notes:

In our last chapter: Seb confided in Max about the conflict he had over the weekend with his parents. Unfortunately, the librarian overheard talk of self-harm and raised alarm bells. Jamie, Seb’s new boyfriend, is beside himself with worry and showed up at Max’s door after school.

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Chapter 50

“Thank God you’re home,” Jamie said as he pushed past me. “I’ve been looking for you all afternoon!”

“I tried to find you too,” I replied. “I guess we just missed each other.”

“I need to know what the fuck is going on. Is Seb okay? Mr. Tim called me out of class and grilled me about who is spreading rumors about a kid from Widmer.” Jamie is firing off his questions so quickly, I don’t even have a chance to answer. He’s frantic. “All he’d tell me is his parents took him home, but I know there’s more to it. There has to be.”

“There is,” I said. “Calm down. Do you need a drink?”

“Please. I’m dying.”

I got him a bottle of water from the fridge and led him to the couch. He drained half of it immediately. “I know he had a big argument with his parents,” he said. “We texted Sunday. Said they were hassling him about… you know, what happened over the summer.”

“Correct. So now you know what went down.”

Jamie nodded. “He told me everything, at least he said he did.”

“I’m glad he trusts you so much. Noah and I made the connection from the day he showed up. Cam knows all about it, even tried to stick up for him. He told us about Seb over the summer. We never expected he would show up at Olympia. It was dumb luck we met him in math and Mr. Beckham asked me to take him to lunch.”

Of course, that may not actually be the case. It wouldn’t at all surprise me if that wasn’t planned. Maybe I should ask Mr. Tim someday. 

“Or maybe it was like… fate. Like you were supposed to be there for him or something?” Jamie was silent for a couple seconds. “But, what the eff happened today? 

“Well,” I began. “It was like you said, he and his parents had a huge blow-up about that; he stopped talking to them and didn’t sleep.”

“About being molested? I don’t get it.”

“His parents don’t agree on what should happen. They want to throw the book at the guy, but Seb has refused to cooperate. He considers the man his friend,” I explained. I decided to warn Jamie so as to not set off Seb. “And so you know, he really doesn’t like that word. Seb doesn’t think he was ‘molested’ or that he’s some ‘victim’ or ‘survivor’.” Jesus, I can relate to that. 

Jamie practically gagged. “Ewww. How? That’s so gross. A grown up? Who is all hairy and stuff?”

Maybe Seb didn’t get into everything. “Did Seb not tell you that he didn’t mind what happened? That he actually liked it? That the teacher was kind?”

“Sorta, I guess. I thought he was just trying to downplay things. I assumed it was horrible. I can’t imagine.”

“My therapist says that’s projection. Assuming everyone sees something the way you do.”

Jamie gave me a look but didn’t contest my point.

“Seb and I talked about it a few weeks ago, and trust me, it wasn’t ‘horrible’ for him. He enjoyed it, and was eager to do more. He’s attracted to older guys, which isn’t all that rare,” I said. I decided to be a little more open, to make it seem less alien to him. “If I’m being honest, I’m attracted to some older dudes. It might be because my dad was such a loser, I dunno. I don’t watch much porn, but if I do, it usually includes some older, hairy guys. There’s just something about them.”

“Gross,” Jamie exclaimed. “I don’t get that at all. If Seb were all hairy… no, just no.”

“All I’m saying is, attractions are weird. What you might find hot, someone else might hate. Don’t assume everyone wants the same things… or even the same age range.”

“Okay, I guess.” I can tell he’s not convinced.

I decided to take an angle I did with Noah. “You’re bi, right?”

Jamie blushed. “Ish. I think? I still like girls, but since Seb, it’s mainly dick and ass I’ve been thinking about.”

“And you’ve never thought a woman was hot? Or like when guys talk about some super model or actress or singer?”

“Duh. But then I guess you don’t really like tits.”

I laughed. No, no I don’t.

“So, if adult women can be hot, why can’t adult men?”

It’s like a lightbulb went off. “I guess that makes sense. I still don’t see the appeal.”

“Sure, just like I don’t get the allure of boobs. And that’s fine. But his teacher — who was only in his twenties, by the way — was apparently super nice and patient, never pressured or forced anything. Seb was always a bit of a loner and his teacher really helped his self-esteem, calling him the computer whiz kid.”

“Well, he is that. But that was just the pervert manipulating him, right?”

“Possibly. Or, it could be that he truly liked Seb. Just like some boys are genuinely attracted to men, some men fall for boys. People are into all sorts of different things,” I tried to explain without sounding too knowledgeable. “Anyway, Seb was very clear with me. His experience with the teacher was, in his mind, really fun and positive.” I paused to let my words sink in. “Getting bullied when the news came out, and all of the pressure and hassling from his parents and police, is what devastated him. That’s why he changed schools.”

“Yeah, he told me about that. Sounds bad. If any of that shit starts at Olympia, I’m going to beat someone’s ass.”

“And I’ll be there to help. Noah too. Did he tell you exactly how bad it was over the summer?”

“What do you mean?”

I paused. There’s really no way to dance around things. “Did he tell you that he was so miserable, he was thinking of offing himself?”

Jamie’s jaw dropped. “What?” he asked quietly. “He never said it was that bad.”

“It was, but he got through all that. I think making friends with you and I and the other guys really helped.”

Jamie looks baffled. “So, what does this have to do with today?”

“When we were talking in the library, I straight up asked if he was having those thoughts again. He started crying.”

“Oh shit!” Jamie exclaimed, covering his mouth. “No!”

“He promised he wasn’t serious, but he thought just trying something might make his parents realize they need to back off.”

Jamie started pacing the room. He’s holding the water bottle and squeezing it without thinking. “Crap! Do you believe him?”

“I do. I don’t think he would actually try anything. But, like Mr. Tim says, even talking about it is cause for alarm.”

“Well yeah. Did you tell Mr. Tim or something?”

“No. The librarian overheard us talking and freaked out. She called for Mr. Tim and Mrs. Dredger. Principal Johnson came too.”

“Oh Jesus! Poor Seb.”

“Yeah, he was overwhelmed. I don’t think it needed to be made into that big a deal, but Mr. Tim said they have to take these things seriously.”

Jamie sat back down. “I guess.”

“Who knows for sure, but I think it might be for the best in the long run.”

“Huh? How?”

“Well, his parents don’t seem to want to listen to him, right?”

“So?”

“Maybe this will be the wake-up call that forces them to consider his wishes a little more. He doesn’t want to cooperate with police or keep going to therapy. I think he would be happier to just move on. He has a happy life at Olympia, with new friends — and an awesome boyfriend.”

Jamie smiled at that last part. “True. But that means the guy gets away with it.”

“Maybe,” I shrugged. “But he probably won’t ever be able to teach again. It’s possible he’s done stuff with lots of other boys before, but Seb doesn’t think so. I bet he’s learned his lesson and won’t try anything again,” I responded. I can’t help but remember how Craig reacted when he realized Cam found out what we did. “Honestly, as far as I’m concerned, the most important thing is for Seb to be happy. He isn’t bothered by what happened, and I believe him. Besides, no one’s sex life is anyone else’s business.”

“I guess I wouldn’t want everyone knowing what Seb and I did when he slept over on Saturday.” A slight grin flashed across his face.

“I know I just said someone’s sex life is not anyone else’s business, but I’d love to know what you two got up to. It sounds like Jamie got his dick wet.”

That made him laugh. That’s how he always referred to Cam and I having sex. “But before we get into that,” I continued, “where did you hear the rumor about Seb and Widmer?”

“From Paxton. Last week we met some guys after school to play football. We were walking back home and he asked if Seb knew anything about some gay kid at Widmer who was giving blow jobs to the teachers.”

I snorted. That’s such a stretch from reality. Blow jobs? Teachers, plural? 

“What?” Jamie asked.

“That’s so far from what happened. According to Seb, the only thing that happened was the teacher jerked him off a few times.”

Jamie winced. “I know.”

“Where did Paxton hear that, anyway?”

“He said he was at some family thing hanging around with some cousins. One of them was talking about this rumor she heard from a friend at Widmer. So, he asked me if Seb ever said anything about it.”

I’m somewhat relieved. It’s not some rampant rumor running through the halls of Olympia. “Paxton didn’t even consider the rumor could be ABOUT Seb?”

Jamie laughed. “No, but I did. Paxton asking made me remember that news story about the teacher over the summer. I’d forgotten all about it. I can’t believe I didn’t piece it together before.”

“What did you say to Paxton?”

“I told Paxton it seemed far-fetched and that Seb never mentioned anything. But then I texted Seb and he said he would tell me in person. I was kind of shocked when he told me the whole story.” I like how Jamie was positioning to help protect Seb, even before he knew the full story. He really does care about him.

“Have you said anything to Paxton since?”

“No. Mr. Tim suggested we just say ‘don’t believe everything you hear’ if he brings it up again. He mentioned Seb might say he heard those stupid rumors too but they aren’t true.”

“That wouldn’t even be lying, since there is more false about them than true. Did Mr. Tim really ‘grill’ you about it? That doesn’t sound like him.”

“Nah, I guess not. It definitely feels like that when you get called to the office. He was actually pretty chill and said he knew I would be worried and wanted to tell me his parents took him home. Then he asked about the rumor.”

“Dude, Mr. Tim is great. He’s maybe the best thing going at Olympia.”

“He’s okay. I’ve never interacted with him much,” Jamie said, shrugging. “Wait… you don’t like, like him, do you? You mentioned liking men and it sounds like you have a crush.”

I stared at him. I wasn't expecting our conversation to take this turn. 

Tim is young-ish, probably late twenties or early thirties. He’s not in any way unattractive. I guess I have wanted to hug and cuddle with him, but maybe that’s just my baggage with men and not necessarily sexual? He’s treated me with kindness and gets me, but I’ve never considered it.

“Honestly, I’ve never really thought about it. I do really like talking to him, but I haven’t ever thought about him like that.” That’s the truth, but now that I think about it, I don’t hate the idea. “He did mention he’s engaged to a woman.” 

“Yeah, I think I saw her picture on his desk,” he said, before changing the subject back to Seb. “So, when do you think we’ll hear from Seb? Will he be back to school tomorrow? I tried to text him, but nothing so far.”

“I dunno. Mr. Tim said he would be evaluated. I have no idea what that means or how long it takes. But I get the feeling he will be absent tomorrow.”

Jamie looks despondent. “I just wish I had some sort of update.”

“Yeah, I get it. At least you have your phone still. I’m sure you’ll hear from him soon.” I’m not at all positive about that, but Jamie needs reassurance.

“I hope.”

I decided to change topics. “So, the sleepover was good? Am I allowed to be nosy?”

“Yes. There’s something I want to ask you, anyway.”

“Sure. What?”

He bit his lip for a second. “How the hell do you get it in, anyway?”

His question is so blunt and so Jamie that I can’t help but laugh. “You mean in his butt? You guys tried that?”

“Uh huh. We both did. And failed, both ways. But we did lots of other stuff first, so it was still fun.”

“‘Other stuff’?”

“Making out. Sucking. He let me suck his nipples this time too. He said it made him horny,” Jamie began. “He explained that’s why he freaked out the first time, because it reminded him of when the teacher did it to him and then they were caught and he was afraid I’d get in trouble too since I’m older than him.”

“We talked about that. I told him that’s not how it works, that you have to be years older,” I replied. “But yeah, I love nipple play. So does Cam.”

“He played with mine too, but it didn’t do tons,” he proclaimed. “I mean, I didn’t hate it. But it wasn’t like when I sucked on his. I swear, it made him squirm.”

“Not everyone is wired the same. But I’m like Seb. I love it.”

“Good to know,” he answered. I noticed he adjusted himself. His shorts are fuller than they were.

He doesn’t seem to mind sharing, so I pressed for more. It has been a while, after all. 

“What’s Seb’s dick like? Do you like how it tastes?” 

“It’s not as big as mine, but it looks huge on him, sorta. I dunno. Maybe four inches? He’s cut like me.”

“Hair?”

“Yes, just a little though. Not like us.”

“I shave mine, remember?” Jamie and I jerked off once on FaceTime and I’m pretty sure I was smooth. 

“Right. You know what I mean. And he can’t cum yet either. Like, he still has dry orgasms. It’s fun to see how crazy it twitches.”

I recalled him mentioning that before. “And then you actually tried anal? Did you even have lube?”

He looks perplexed. “Maybe that was our problem.”

I laughed. I just couldn’t help it. “Well, yeah. You need that, lots of it. Real lube, Vaseline, something.”

“We tried spit.”

“I think that works for guys who have been fucked a lot… but not when you’re new. So, you both tried?”

“Yeah. Seb tried doing me first, but it just kind of poked around in my crack. I felt it against my hole, but that’s it. I think I got too much booty.” He smacked his butt.

I could see how that might be the case. Jamie is thick. There’s some distance to travel to get to the treasure within. “Then you tried to top Seb?”

“Yeah. Damn, his butt felt so nice and warm. I could feel my dick head pressing up against his hole, but it just wouldn’t go in… and then, well…”

“What?”

“I kinda came in his butt crack as I was trying to insert.”

“That’s hot!” I told him. I have to admit, the image of Jamie’s curved dick filling Seb’s cute little ass has me boned.

“It is?”

“Sure. It felt good. You still had fun?”

“Yeah. And I like how soft his butt feels. His little white cheeks almost fit completely in my hand,” he responded, examining his palm. “I realized Seb never got off. After he wiped his butt clean, he said he’d had enough. I kind of felt bad, but he told me not to worry about it. But we stayed up and talked.”

“That sounds nice. You know, not everything you try is going to work the first time. Cam and I had lots of awkward stuff at first. I think that’s pretty typical when you’re first starting. But we love each other, so it’s all good no matter what.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Just use some lube next time. And finger each other first. Rimming would help, too. You’ll figure it out.”

“I definitely want to rim him. His hole is so… pink. But it’s tough because randomly showering seems like it would set off alarm bells,” he said. “Anyway, I just hope there is a next time. I’m worried about him, ya know?”

I put my hand on his leg. “It will all work out, trust me.” I glance down. His hard cock isn’t but a few inches above my hand. Is it bad, in the midst of our serious conversation, I have the urge to touch him? Should I offer to show him some things?

He looked at my hand, his boner, my erection, back up at my face, and started to say something.

Before he could speak, the sound of the garage door startled us both. 

“Shit! I’m still grounded. Mom’s going to freak out that I have a friend over.”

“I’ll leave,” he answered, standing up. “Maybe I can sneak out?”

I noticed his boner deflated immediately. “Forget it,” I told him. “She’s already seen your bike. I’ll just explain it was kind of an emergency. I don’t know if that will fly or not.”

***

“Max honey, is someone here?” Mom asked as she climbed the stairs.

“Yes, Ms. Coleman, it’s me,” Jamie replied sheepishly from the couch.

It took Mom a few seconds. “Jamie?” she asked, turning the corner. “Good grief, you’ve grown!” Jamie and I have been friends for years, but our dads were pricks so we never hung out often at home, and she hasn’t seen him in a long time. He has a standing invitation; it’s just never been a regular thing. 

“I’m sorry for coming over. I know Max is grounded, but something happened at school today and I had to talk to him. We’re not playing games or anything like that, promise.”

Had Mom not come home, I bet some sort of games would have ensued. Jamie needs some stress relief and I’m horny. Besides, I’m kinda curious. Craig’s dad bod doesn’t bother me, and Jamie is chunky. That might be fun. 

“I heard,” she answered, smiling at me. “Mr. Tim called me this afternoon.”

My ears perked. “He did?” He didn’t say he was going to and he usually does.

“Yes. I hope everything is okay,” she replied, putting her hand on Jamie’s shoulder. Why is she asking him?

“Yes. It’s just a friend of mine… ours, who was having a rough day and I’m worried about him.”

Mom smiled. “I see. Mr. Tim alluded to Max being a great help with another student. I guess I just assumed…”

“Not me. It’s my… friend, Seb. Our friend, I mean.” Jamie almost slipped and said ‘boyfriend’ before catching himself. “I think he’ll be fine, though.”

“I hope so. I’m going to change clothes. You boys carry on.” Mom is surprisingly chill for me having a friend over while grounded. Mr. Tim must have really built me up.

“I guess I should go,” Jamie said once Mom started the second flight of stairs. Damn, what a shame. If we retreated to my room to ‘talk,’ would that be so wrong? But he’s right, and I need to get ready for practice.

“See you tomorrow. Hopefully you hear from Seb soon.”

“I hope so. Later.”

I walked him to the door where Jamie offered me his fist, which seems completely inadequate. I gave him a quick hug instead before watching him bike off.

When I returned to the living room, Mom was standing in the kitchen. “Max, I have something for you.”

I’m a little worried, now that it’s just the two of us, she’s going to let me have it for having a friend over. “W-what?”

“Here,” she answered, handing me my phone. 

“Why? Oh my gosh, thank you,” I exclaimed, giving her a hug.

“You’re still technically grounded from activities for a bit longer, but after Mr. Tim’s call, I think you’ve earned your phone back. I will be making more random inspections, so behave.”

“Understood,” I replied, nodding. “I appreciate you letting me have it back.”

“Mr. Tim was vague,” she continued, “but said you really stepped up and helped with another student who was having a tough time.”

“Yes. It was Seb, the boy I told you about. The one who transferred from Widmer.”

“Seb?” she asked, not appearing to remember the name.

“You know, the boy who got caught over the summer… doing, you know… with a teacher?”

“Oh my. Yes, I remember you telling me about him changing schools because he was being bullied. Poor kid. I’m glad you were able to be there for him, sweetie.”

“Me too. He’s friends with all of us — Jamie, me, Noah. He’s cool, just having some issues at home related to… what happened.”

“I see. That’s one of the reasons I thought you should have your phone back. If this boy, Seb, needs to talk to you… well, Mr. Tim suggested it might be helpful. Sounds like Jamie is leaning on you, too.”

Wait, what?! Mr. Tim helped get my phone back? I wonder if that was him doing me a favor, or if he really thinks it could help Seb. 

“Jamie’s just worried about Seb and knew I was with him when he broke down,” I answered. There’s a little more to it, but I don’t think Mom wants to hear about their failed attempts at anal sex. Cam will be fascinated, though. “I should get ready. And I need to charge this.”

“We’ll leave in about 20 minutes.” Mom smiled. “I’ll get your water bottle ready.”

I headed toward the stairs when she called out. “Max, I’m proud of you.”

I turned and gave her another hug. “I love you too, Mom.”

***

I expected Mom to press for details about Seb on the ride to practice, but thankfully, she didn’t. I don’t know how I would feel sharing Seb’s business with her. Not to mention, it would be awkward to talk about his situation given what happened with my father (and Craig and Chad, for that matter). I can totally see mom assuming Seb is a victim, just like the girls my father raped. The last thing he needs is more unwelcome pity. I know how annoying af that is.

It took me most of practice to share the entire day’s events with Cam. Naturally, he was worried about Seb. He also had the same thought I did — this might be what’s needed to get his overbearing parents to step back. 

He was amused when I told him about Jamie and Seb trying but failing to fuck. “We’ll give private lessons at the Halloween party. Once the girls leave.” 

“Or at least a demonstration. Provided your parents give us some privacy.”

“Yeah,” he replied, shaking his head. “That might not happen. Mom is all excited, so we might actually have to stick to wholesome activities.” He added an eye roll.

I also mentioned to Cam how hot it was that Jamie was getting boned telling me about his adventures with Seb. “If Mom hadn’t come home, I might be confessing some sins to you,” I admitted.

“Maxwell,” he chastised me. “Don’t seduce any more of your friends without me.” I can’t quite tell if he’s joking or being at least a little serious. Probably not worth the risk.

“I won’t. We can share at Halloween though, right?”

“Hell to the yeah. He’s a little bigger than I’m normally attracted to, but he seems nice and who knows, that could be a little different and fun,” he said, grinning. I get what he means. There seems something a little fun about Jamie, even though I’m new to thinking of him in that way. 

He stroked my chest seductively. “We’re going to share all those horny public-school boys you’re friends with.”

Before I could respond, Coach fake coughed and we focused on less activating topics. And, needless to say, Cam’s jealous I have my phone back.

*** 

When practice was over, I said bye to Cam and headed for the bathroom. Spencer quickly appeared. “Hey,” he said. 

“Hey dude. What’s new?”

“Nothing. Well not much. Same old. You and Cam okay?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You were talking the entire practice. And it was about something serious, I could tell. Did you guys break up again?”

“No,” I replied, confused. “It's not that at all.”

“Shoot.” He actually sounds disappointed.

“‘Shoot’? You want us to break up?” Spencer, always without tact. 

“No, I guess not. It’s just… we haven’t hung out or even really talked in a while. Last time you guys were on a break, we had a really good time, remember?”

I do. Spencer spent the night right after Cam dumped me and eagerly gave up his adorable little ass. It was hot, and he’s so small under me and totally tight. “Well, I’ve been grounded, but, uh… once I’m not… I’d love to repeat that. You getting any lately?”

“No!” he exclaimed. “Except for my hand,” he added, laughing while he made a jerking motion. “It’s driving me crazy. I need some real dick, and soon.”

I grabbed his hand to stop him. Mom is watching, as are some other parents. We’re standing by the bathroom door, so I can only imagine what they must think, even more so if we went in together.

I almost mentioned the Halloween party, but bit my tongue. I’m not 100% sure how Cam will feel about someone Spencer’s age coming. If it’s all eighth graders (except for Seb), it might be weird to have a little sixth grader hanging around. Though to be honest, he’s hardly naive for barely 12.

“How’s school? I never see you in the halls.”

“It’s fine,” he answered. “I guess.” He’s not enthusiastic at all. Almost like he’s hiding something. 

“You don’t sound very sure. Is anyone giving you trouble?”

“Nah, it’s fine. See you tomorrow?”

I nodded and ducked inside, making a mental note to check on him at school. He’s being evasive about something and subtle is not Spence’s style.

***

Once home, I texted Jamie. I told him I have my phone back and asked if he heard anything from Seb. He hasn’t.

I texted Seb too, just in case he wants to reach out. And of course, I let Noah, Liam, and Craig know as well. 

Then I put out a blast on Snapchat that I was back online, garnering a few responses.

I thumbed through Snap and Insta, but to be honest, it all seems like a dumpster fire of pettiness. I really haven’t missed that shit. I can’t believe how much time I used to waste on social media.

Maybe I’ll eventually get back into checking them constantly like everyone else, but for now, I silenced notifications on both.

I did have messages from both Eduardo and Joshua. I replied, apologizing for taking so long to respond and explaining why.

***

In bed, my brain kept toggling between two thoughts. Most important is my concern for Seb. I tried to imagine where he is, and if things were actually better or worse with his parents. The other was Jamie’s boner tenting his shorts earlier in my living room.

I couldn’t help but fantasize about what might have happened if we had more time alone before Mom came home. I’m sure I would have sucked him off… maybe even lubed up that curved cock of his and taken it for a ride. I am hard as a rock thinking about it. I miss getting fucked. But I also know nothing like that should happen without Cam.

I feel guilty that I’m enjoying jacking off while Seb is God knows where, but I do it anyway. I guess in a way, it will release some of my tension. I’m sure he wouldn’t want me to deprive myself, and he’d understand better than anyone about being horned up about Jamie. 

***

I checked my phone in the morning for updates, but there weren’t any. I didn’t have high expectations, but I’m trying to be optimistic. As expected, Seb is nowhere to be found so Jamie is a mess. You can tell he barely slept. He looks even more tired than Seb did yesterday.

I tried to reassure him that we’ll hear something soon, but I can tell he’s unconvinced and won’t feel better until he hears from Seb directly. 

***

Mr. Tim stopped by our table at lunch and pulled Jamie and I aside, encouraging us to come by his office once we’re finished eating. Jamie and I both ate ravenously and are obviously assuming he has an update.

We rushed to his office. “I’m not as nervous going to Mr. Tim’s office with you along,” he told me as I knocked on his open door. Jamie is asking questions before Mr. Tim even looks up. “What’s going on? Is Seb coming to school today?”

“Whoa, whoa,” he replied, pressing his hands toward us. “I haven’t heard anything. I mostly wanted to see how you two are doing.”

“I’m okay. Jamie didn’t sleep much though,” I answered.

“Hopefully you hear something soon and it’s positive,” Mr. Tim tried to soothe. “These things usually take about 24 hours, sometimes 48 if it’s more severe, but I’m hopeful. I promise, Mr. Johnson will call his parents tomorrow morning for an update if we don’t hear anything.” 

Jamie smiled weakly. “Thanks. I’m just really worried about him, that’s all.”

“We all are,” Tim said, patting Jamie’s arm. “We just need to support him however we can when he returns.” He turned away from us to click something on his computer. “I need you two to keep your ears open for any chatter about Seb’s… business. I think the two of you, plus Mr. Reed, are the only students who are read in.”

It’s clear that Jamie and Mr. Tim talked about Seb’s Widmer drama. I guess I already knew that, but it still seems weird because Mr. Tim was so vague with me. If he weren’t here, I might talk to him about Jamie’s reaction when Seb told him, but I can’t talk about it in front of him. It’s just too sensitive, and he’s already stressing.

Sitting here pondering things, I realize I misspoke yesterday when I told Mr. Tim that I wasn’t sure Jamie knew. Seb told me before everyone showed up that he told him everything at their sleepover. I guess in the heat of the moment, I was so concerned about Seb and temporarily blanked. I sure hope he doesn’t think I lied to him. I probably owe Tim an apology, but again, it’s too awkward with Jamie here. 

“Do you need a pass?” Mr. Tim offered.

“I think we can make it,” Jamie answered, glancing at the clock.

“You go ahead, there’s something else I need to talk to Mr. Tim about.”

“What is it?” Tim asked after Jamie was out the door, clearly concerned.

“I just realized I was wrong about something yesterday. Seb mentioned telling Jamie about his stuff, but I told you I wasn’t sure if he knew yet. I just wanted to apologize. I guess I totally spaced what Seb told me before we got into more serious things.”

He placed his hand on my shoulder. “It’s fine, Max. It was a high-stress situation, especially for a kid trying to help their friend, so it’s totally understandable. Jamie told me, so all’s well.”

“Thanks. I didn’t want you thinking I lied or something.”

He looked at me and smiled. “Of course not. And this is a great example of why everyone thinks you’re such a good kid. You felt bad and wanted to clear the air and be honest even though it wasn’t necessary,” he explained. “Let me get you a pass. The bell is about to ring.”

***

Just as school was wrapping up, I finally received a text from Seb. “I’m ok. Thx for everything yesterday.”

I replied with a thumbs up. Jamie sent me a note that he’s talking to Seb, so I sent him the same emoji. “Bike over again if you want to talk.”

***

I’d been home 20 minutes without any update from either of them. I assume that means they’re talking, but I’m starting to get anxious.

I finally fired off a text to Jamie, asking if he’s still communicating with Seb. Honestly, I expected him at my door. Maybe I’m a little disappointed he didn’t come over because I wouldn’t have minded picking up where we left off. Though, Cam might actually kill me. I definitely got the vibe he wants me to wait until we can do stuff together. Perhaps we can hold a three-way FaceTime or something when Cam is back online.

Jamie responded a few seconds later. “Still on. All good.” Sounds promising.

Several minutes later, Jamie called.

His update was positive. Seb even told Jamie he could tell me everything because he wanted me to know what’s going on, but didn’t feel like going through it all again.

Seb evidently spent most yesterday evening under observation. The doctor concluded that he was not an actual danger to himself but still wanted him to return in the morning. Seb reported the man was cool, actually listened to him, and totally understood why he’s depressed in the first place. Seb also shared with him that he’s gay.

The shrink even met with his parents and straight up told them they needed to decide which was more important: satisfying their desire for justice, or their son’s long-term mental health. It did the trick — Seb’s parents agreed to back off. 

The doctor also suggested they find a new therapist because it’s obvious that Seb isn’t clicking with his current counselor.

“That’s all great news,” I replied. I really am relieved and happy for Seb (and Jamie). “See, I told you everything would work out.”

“Yeah. His parents even said he can invite me to spend the night at HIS house. I think they really have chilled.”

“Just be careful, young man,” I warned playfully. “They don’t need to catch you mid-fuck. That would be traumatizing for everyone.”

“Shut up, Coleman,” he groaned. “I have no plans to be walked in on while I’m sodomizing their pride and joy.”

***

Mom arrived home just in time to get me to practice. Of course, she runs late when I don’t have a horny friend sitting on the couch.

“I’d like you to stay after school tomorrow. Don’t take the bus home,” she said while working through traffic.

“Okay,” I said quizzically. “What for?”

“I’ve been messaging with the parents of the boy who elbowed you on the football field.”

“Dom? He didn’t ‘elbow’ me Mom, he threw his forearm at my face!”

“Right. Sorry. Yes, him. His parents are adamant that he apologizes. They thought school would be the best place, since it’s neutral ground. Mr. Tim agreed to facilitate.”

“Ugh. I guess.” I’m not thrilled about it, but I did promise Mr. Tim I’d at least listen to his apology, which I am sure will be phony and lame. I need to remember to jot this down in the anger journal Jan wants me to keep. 

“I’ll need to return to work for a meeting afterwards and probably stay late. Craig said he can get you to practice. He thought he could even attend, if you want him to.”

“Whatever,” I answered without thinking. I’m annoyed that I have to waste my time. But, Craig being there might be good, especially since one or both of Dom’s parents will be. “I’ll text him later.”

“Okay sweetie,” Mom replied. “Was there any news about your friend today?”

I spent the rest of the ride telling her about Seb’s improved situation, all while avoiding specifics. It’s too weird with my dad’s shit (and my own history with men) to get into with her. She mentioned how lucky we are to have found Jan. I realize I don’t know who recommended her, but I’m glad someone did.

***

Cam is happy to hear Seb is doing better, but rolls his eyes when I tell him I have to stay after tomorrow for Dom’s apology.

“Tell him if he tries something like that again, I’ll sneak into his bedroom while he’s sleeping and cut his fucking nuts off.” If Cam is joking, it isn’t obvious. 

“Gee, thanks for the suggestion. I don’t think that will go over well in front of his parents, or mine, or Mr. Tim.”

“Right. You can tell him the next time you see him. Or I’ll write it in a note you can slip to him.” 

My eyes continued to roll reflexively. “I’ll manage.”

“Maybe he won’t be a total douche bag,” Cam offered.

“Possibly, but probably not.”

He nodded. “Douches gonna douche. Just get it over with, make your mom happy, and move on.”

Doesn’t anyone see that I have moved on, and that’s a big part of why I don’t want to listen to some fake, forced apology that’s just going to piss me off?

***

After I showered, I texted Seb asking if he will be at school tomorrow. I want to make sure he knows I’m thinking about him.

“Yep!” he quickly replied. I sense excitement, which sure seems like a good sign.

“Good. Miss you dude,” I replied.

“Thanks. See you in the AM.” He added a smiling emoji. He definitely seems happier, which is such a relief.

***

I found Seb and Jamie talking excitedly before school in the main atrium. Seb greeted me with a high five that he turned into a handshake and brief hug. “Thanks again for everything. You were right, everything did turn out okay.”

“I’m glad. It sucks when shit’s a mess. Glad I could help.”

“Jamie’s spending the night at MY house this weekend,” he proudly announced.

“I heard. I already warned to behave himself and put on clean clothes before he heads over.”

“Very funny,” Jamie interjected. “I’ll be on my best behavior. Scouts honor.”

“Since when are you a boy scout?” I asked.

Jamie grinned.

“Hey, being a boy scout might be kind of fun. At least the part where you share a cabin and shower with other guys,” Seb said, smirking. 

We all busted out laughing. Yeah, Seb is definitely back. You don’t turn everything into something sexual when you’re down.

***

The rest of my morning was perfunctory, but Liam pulled me aside as we disposed of our lunch trash. “You’re friends with Spencer Schwab in sixth grade, right?”

I stopped in my tracks.

“Yeah… how’d you know that?”

He blushed. “Back when I, er, admired you from afar, I saw him hanging out with you at the S.N.O.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” Spence literally jumped atop one of the biggest eighth graders at the dance, in a misguided attempt to defend me from his gay bashing. He did make a spectacle of himself, even if Liam wasn’t stalking me. “So, what about him?”

“I had to pull him from class this morning. Right before first period ended, I saw him going into Principal Johnson’s office with Mr. Fetters and his mother. He looked upset.” Mr. Fetters is the assistant principal for sixth grade.

“That sucks! I have no idea,” I answered, now concerned about him. It would be great if my friends and I could avoid drama for a while. It’s been one thing after another. Whoever is writing my life needs to stop fucking with everyone I care about. “I talked to him at practice a couple nights ago and he seemed off. I’ve been meaning to check on him.”

“How do you know him, anyway?”

“We’re on the same gymnastics team. He can be a spazz, and super impulsive, but he’s loyal and funny.” I don’t have the heart to tell Liam that I’ve fucked him. I think he’d be jealous. Plus, while Spence isn’t exactly discreet, that doesn’t seem like something I should advertise. 

“I remember. I can’t believe he tried to take on Brady at the S.N.O. Everyone was talking about him the whole next week: the scrawny sixth grader with a death wish.”

“He did spectacularly introduce himself to half the school,” I said, laughing. “I’ll hit him up tonight at practice to see what’s up.”

“Don’t tell him I told you. Aides are supposed to keep things private, but I thought you might want to check on him.”

“Thanks dude.”

I know I should have trusted my gut that something is wrong. I’ve been so preoccupied with my Chad drama, an upset Noah, depressed Seb, Jamie coming to grips with his sexuality, and getting to know Liam that I don’t think I’ve been a very good friend to him.

***

Mr. Tim was waiting for me as Liam and I left the lunch room. “Thanks for agreeing to meet after school.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I acknowledged, shrugging.

“You sound thrilled.”

I scoffed. “Nope, not at all.”

“I get that. Just be polite and try to have an open mind. I’m not expecting much, but who knows, we might both be surprised.”

Is it weird that I’m almost relieved he’s expecting Dom’s apology to be as weak as I do? It’s like it provides me cover to be cynical about the whole thing. Or maybe he’s just trying to manage expectations?

I nodded. “Just seems like a waste of all of our time. I’m only doing this because my mom and you think I should.”

“I appreciate your willingness, even if it isn’t enthusiastic,” Tim said, sighing. “But like I suggested, try to go in assuming positive intent.”

***

I spent the rest of the afternoon dreading my meeting with Dom. Honestly, if I just sat down with him alone, I don’t think it would be that bad, unless he decided to punch me in the face or something. But I know how this will go: we’ll be stuffed in a room with his parents, Mom and Craig, Mr. Tim, and probably Mr. Johnson.

It feels gross and forced and completely awkward. I honestly don’t want to go, but at this point, I have no choice.

When I entered the office, Mom and Craig were already there, talking with Mr. Tim and Dr. B. 

“Hey bud,” Craig greeted, offering me a fist bump, which I returned without my normal enthusiasm.

“Dominic and his parents are in the main conference room. Dr. B has another meeting but wanted to say hello,” Tim said. “Ready?”

I grunted, which caused Mom to nudge my arm. She’s not happy with my attitude.

“You’ll be fine,” Craig stated calmly.

Dom was sitting at the far end of the table looking abjectly miserable. He’s wearing dressy shorts and a polo shirt, swinging his chair from side to side. His parents are sitting beside him, but stand when we enter. I thought Dom was overdressed, but they are even more so. They’re dressed weirdly formally, probably trying to make a good impression.

Mr. Tim did the introductions. He briefly stumbled when it came to introducing Craig, causing Mom to step in. “This is Craig. He’s a close family friend and confidant.”

Dom’s parents were polite, almost overly so, but whatever. At least they aren’t rednecks like I might have suspected. 

Tim suggested we take our seats. I chose a chair two away from Dominic. Sitting next to him just doesn’t feel right.

“I um,” he began, before stopping. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. I glanced back: everyone is staring at us. Dom was nervously trying to unfold what I assume is a written apology that he’s going to recite. Lame. I guess I’ve written apology letters before to Cam and Craig, and read my statement to Chad, but I feel like that’s different. 

I swear, this room is sweltering like it’s a hundred degrees. I’m unnerved by the staring adults. 

“Wait!” I said. “Can Dom… Dominic and I just take a walk? That is, if you don’t try to finish what you started.”

Dom looked up and mumbled. “I won’t.”

“Honey…” Mom began to plead before Tim swooped in. 

“If you two would rather speak privately, I’m okay with that. You can walk or we can excuse ourselves.”

“I really need some air,” I replied. I can feel my anxiety swelling.

“Um… yeah, me too,” Dom added.

The grownups didn’t say another word, but Craig opened the door. 

***

Dom followed me out of the room and through the office. “Thanks,” he offered, once we were in the foyer. We headed down the closest hallway.

“Just read whatever lame apology your parents wrote, so we can get this over with. I have shit to do.”

“Damn.” He sounds almost wounded. 

“What the hell did you expect?” I asked, my voice rising in anger for the first time.

Dom’s shoulders slumped. “I guess I deserve that.”

“Yep.”

Dom let out a huge sigh. He took the paper and threw it in the trash. “You’re right. That’s too much of their words. I just want to say sorry for decking you. That was mean and cheap and stupid. And I shouldn’t have called you a faggot. I just don’t understand how anyone can like sucking dick or getting their ass violated.”

“I feel the same way about licking skanky pussy, so I guess we’re even,” I spat, remembering I had the same conversation with Noah once. “What the hell is it to you what I like, anyway? I don’t spend time thinking about what you do at night.”

“That’s what my parents said,” he answered, shrugging. “They want to know why I think it’s any of my business or why it bothers me. They say they didn’t raise me to be a ‘hateful bigot’.” He added air quotes for that last part. Sounds like his parents have been on him pretty hard. 

“Good. I have to admit, I didn’t expect them to look as put together as they are. They look like they came from a funeral.”

That made him laugh. “Well, Dad always wears suits to work. Mom is trying to make a good impression. She can’t handle thinking the school thinks poorly of her because of what I did or how I act sometimes. They’re pretty ashamed of me right now.”

He looks dejected. Jesus, I actually feel a tinge of empathy for him. “Yeah, parents can be like that. It sucks, knowing you disappointed them,” I said. “So, what was in the rest of your apology?”

“You want me to go back and get it?”

“No. I want you to say it like you, I don’t know, actually mean it?”

He stopped walking and, unexpectedly, put his hand on my shoulder. “Okay, listen, what I did was wrong and I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I did it. When you juked me, all the guys were teasing that I got shown up by a… homo. I was embarrassed.”

I couldn’t help but snort. “So, you had to prove you were a man by almost sending me to the hospital?” That’s an exaggeration of course, since I thought everyone was making too big a deal, but I’m trying to make a point.

“I know. I told you it was wrong and I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never touch you again.” I looked down at his hand, still on my arm. He quickly pulled it away.

“And what about the shit you put on my locker? That wasn’t about saving face.”

He blushed. “I didn’t realize you knew that was me. That was dumb and I’m sorry for that, too. I’m not proud of it, but I was dared. Besides, you put that out there for everyone to see. What difference did it make if it was on your locker? Everyone had seen it already.”

“I’m pretty sure my Insta post didn’t include slurs, dickhead.”

He sighed. “That’s true, and it was rude. But like I said, I was dared… and I sorta have a rep to keep.” Ah, there we go. His typical condescension is finally on display. I knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up the facade for long. 

I rolled my eyes. I get peer pressure and stuff, but come on. “So, it’s okay to hurt other people if it means you have swag?”

“No! I just, I dunno. I know I’m cocky and stuff, but it’s not like I try to be an asshole. I just get going and things escalate. I’m working on it.” His tone is a mix of defensive and… vulnerable?

That sounds like an excuse, but I guess I can relate. Some of the things I’ve said to Mom and Craig, and even Mariah, would fall into that category. “I get angry sometimes too and say things I regret. But I’ve never bloodied anyone.”

He winced a little. “I know I’m not a very nice person. I don’t always like me, either.”

I didn’t expect him to say that, but didn’t respond. We walked in silence for about 20 seconds.

“Thanks for not pressing charges, by the way. My abuela would have come at me with her shoe.”

“Mom wanted to,” I answered. “But it’s not worth the hassle. Like I said, I got better things to do.” We rounded the corner into the eighth-grade hall. “What is the school going to do to you?”

“I have a hearing later this week where they’ll decide what happens after the suspension is over. They said it depends. I have the feeling they’re going to ask you.”

No one has said anything about that to me. “Me? Why?”

“My parents think that if you don’t feel safe at Olympia with me in school, they will make me go to an alternative school.” 

Ah. There we go. “And, let me guess, you would rather come back to Olympia?”

“Well, yeah, my friends are here. Wouldn’t you?” That’s true. When they mentioned that victim letter where I could go to a new school, I bristled at the thought of leaving my friends, too.

I laughed. “So, you need my blessing? That’s fucking epic.”

“Fat chance, huh?”

“I dunno. It seems like you’re only apologizing because your parents are making you and you want to get back into school. Karma’s a bitch,” I said confidently. I decided to needle him a little to test the water. “But, maybe we can make a deal. My boyfriend and I have been looking for a new butt to fuck. We’re getting kind of tired of doing things with each other. What do you say?”

The look of absolute horror that spread across his face was priceless. “What the fuck?” he answered, stepping away.

“Relax dude, I was just joking. You’re not our type.”

“Jesus. You had me going,” he replied, shaking his head. “You’re a regular fucking comedian, Coleman.”

“I try,” I answered, smirking. “Can you blame me?”

“Honestly, that was kind of funny. Horrible and gross, but funny. You’re cooler than I thought.”

“Thanks. I will say this though: my boyfriend insisted I tell you that if you ever do something like that again, he’ll sneak into your house while you sleep and cut your balls off. And I think he was only half-joking.”

“Got it. I won’t, honest. And thanks for getting us out of the office. This is much better.”

“I couldn’t handle the audience,” I said. “So, I guess you want me to tell them we’re good so you can come back to Olympia?”

He stopped and deeply exhaled. His arrogance has dissipated. He looks defeated. 

“That’s up to you. I get it if you’re still pissed, because I was a total asshole, but I swear, I won’t so much as talk to you. I’ll change my schedule or whatever.” He’s practically begging and yeah, I’m kind of enjoying it. I wonder what his douchebag friends would think seeing him pleading with the king homo.

“Don’t bother. I’m not scared of you. And honestly, I’d rather people see that you learned something.”

He looked at me. “So, we’re cool?”

I’m not convinced he actually feels bad about what he did, but I do believe that he wants to avoid drama and will leave me alone — which, if I’m being honest, is all I care about. 

As we passed the cafeteria, it suddenly occurred to me that forgiving him is less about him than it is me. I don’t know whether he’s a good or bad person, but holding it against him for perpetuity can’t be healthy. God knows I wouldn’t want to be judged for some of the stupid shit I’ve done and said lately.

 “Yeah, we’re cool.”

***

When Dom and I reentered the conference room, it was tense. It’s hard to tell, but the impression I have is that everyone has been sitting in silence. They probably exhausted the weather, Twins, or whatever mundane topics old people bring up for small talk.

“Did everything go okay, son?” Dom’s dad immediately asked.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he answered.

“We’re fine, Mr. Romero. I’m satisfied. Can we go now?” I added, turning to Mom.

“We need you to stick around for just a couple minutes,” Principal Johnson interjected. “Thanks for coming in,” he continued, dismissing Dom and his family. They nervously shuffled out the door. 

Dom’s father looks worried. I think the fact we left and he didn’t get to listen to and massage Dom’s apology has him convinced Dom is screwed. Seems just for him to sweat a bit. Of course, Dom will fill him in soon enough.

I dropped into the closest chair, between Craig and Mom. “I get the impression that didn’t go very well,” Principal Johnson commented.

“It was fine. I mean, it was pretty much what I expected.” 

Mr. Johnson and Tim looked at each other uncomfortably. “Do you still feel safe at Olympia?”

“Of course. There will always be guys like Dom. I’m not going to let them bully me. This is my school, too.”

“I appreciate your strength and positivity,” Principal Johnson said, smiling. “A lot of kids aren’t that resilient.”

Mom gave my leg a little pat. I can tell she’s thinking I’m her little badass or something. 

Mr. Johnson continued. “What we need to know, Max — and you don’t have to answer right away — is whether you would still feel safe if Dominic returned to Olympia.” He sounds almost afraid to ask and is looking sideways at Craig. I think he knows how he’ll react.

“You’re really considering letting that thug back into school?” Craig interrupted angrily. “That is not how things were presented to us after Max was assaulted.”

“There are a myriad of factors,” Mr. Johnson replied. “It's up to the district office to decide, and whether Max feels safe with him here is certainly paramount.”

“It’s fine!” I practically yelled. “I’m not scared of him. Plus, he wouldn’t dare try anything else. Honestly, I’d rather he come back. I don’t want everyone thinking I’m some pussy that gets the school to fight all my battles. I told him we’re good, and we are.”

Everyone looked shocked, except maybe Tim, whose expression was mixed with amusement. I’m not sure if it’s because I dropped ‘pussy’ or how adamant I am. “Can we please go home?” I pleaded.

I’m not sure if Mom wanted to slap me or what, but she started getting up. 

“I think it’s clear where you stand. Thank you Max,” Tim said. He flashed me a look. I can tell, at the very least, he appreciates my spunkiness. “I appreciate you all taking the time.”

***

Outside, Mom finally let it out. “Maxwell Coleman! Couldn’t you mind your language in front of the principal?”

“Sorry,” I replied, blushing. “It just slipped out.”

She huffed and sighed. “I don’t know what to think about you sometimes. We’ll discuss this later. I need to get back to work. Craig, feel free to deal with him.”

“Naturally,” Craig answered. “I’ll see you later tonight.”

***

“I didn’t mind your language,” Craig said as we walked to his car. “Your Mom is right about time and place, but I see your point. That said, I’m not happy that punk is returning to school.”

“Nothing will happen!”

He shook his head. “How do you know that? He’s already come at you twice.”

“Well, for one, I told him Cam would cut his balls off if he did something again.”

“Oh Jesus.”

“What?” I asked innocently, laughing. “Cam did say that.”

We got into Craig’s car and buckled in.

“So, what really happened? Did he actually apologize?”

“More or less. He said he was embarrassed by everyone dogging him when I burnt him with a move and he was trying to defend his manhood or some shit.”

“That’s dumb. Maybe he should have lashed out at them, not you.”

“I think he gets that now. He said he was sorry, I let it go. He made it clear he would leave me alone. That’s enough for me.”

“I see.” Craig doesn’t sound convinced but isn’t pushing.

“Plus, I made a deal with him, to say I wasn’t afraid of him so he can come back to Olympia.”

“‘A deal’?” he asked nervously as he took a swig from his water bottle.

“Yeah. Cam and I get to break in his backside.”

Craig choked on his water. “Excuse me?” He looks incredulous.

“I’m joking. I did tease him with that, though. It was hilarious.”

“For fuck’s sake, Max.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Be lucky he doesn’t get you in trouble for sexual harassment. Or threats.”

“Why? Even he laughed. After he clinched his cheeks and backed off, anyway.”

“It sounds like you guys actually had a decent talk.”

“Decent-ish. We’re good, honest. Not like we're about to become friends, but we reached… what do they call it, like after a war? It sounds like detention. They mentioned it in social studies recently.”

Craig grinned for some reason. “Detente?”

“Yeah, that,” I agreed. “Can we get something to drink, please? That conference room was brutal.” 

***

We stopped at the convenience store. I managed to convince myself to skip the frozen slushy and opted for a Gatorade instead. 

“Wanna hang at my place before practice, or should I drop you at home?” Craig asked as we loaded back up.

“Your place. I do need to swing by home before practice, though.”

“Great,” he answered, “how has your week been? I bet you’re glad you have your phone back.”

“Definitely. That has been nice, although honestly I haven’t been on it much.”

“Your mom was vague, but said you earned it. Care to fill me in?”

I realize it’s been a busy few days since I stayed with Craig over the weekend and we decorated my room. He listened intently as I told him about Seb’s meltdown at school and his situation with his parents.

When I finished, he smiled. “I’m proud of you Max. You’re a great person. And not just to Seb, who is your friend — I see compassion with the grace you’ve offered Dom too, though I’m not sure he deserves it.”

“Thanks,” I replied. Man, he really doesn’t like Dom.

“Has Seb returned to school yet?”

“Yeah, today. He’s much better. It’s like a weight has lifted. He’s getting a new therapist and the doctor told his parents they need to back off and prioritize his well-being.”

“For sure. It’s hard for parents, though. You spend your kid’s entire life protecting them, looking out for their best interest even when they disagree or don’t know better, doing literally everything for them. Then, all of a sudden, it’s no longer necessary or even welcome, and you realize they’re their own person. It’s a mindfuck, and if you think your kid has been sexually assaulted or molested… well, I can understand their reaction,” Craig explained. “He’s an only child, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Why?” I guess he did meet Seb’s parents that night we went to the Thai place, so he should know, but I’m not sure why it’s relevant.

“He's their baby. He’s undersized and has been picked on, now this. They’re bound to be freaked out. And parents of only children tend to be over-protective. They aren’t worn down, stretched thin, or outnumbered by maniacal offspring conspiring against their sanity,” he said, ruffling my hair. “Lucky for you, I’m easy going. Unfortunately for you, Stacy has backup now and I have experience, so don’t try any shit.”

I rolled my eyes. “Hey, I’m not that bad. Cam’s an only child too and he’s also fine.”

Craig laughed. “You aren’t, and neither is he, but I do think him not having any siblings is one reason Bob can be intense and his mother so overbearing.”

I nodded. That tracks.

“Mom seemed mad when we left. All I said was I didn’t want to be seen as a pussy.”

“She’ll get over it. I was surprised, but understood the context,” he reassured. “I wouldn’t make a habit of it, but I don’t think anyone was offended except maybe her. Tim stifled a laugh, although your principal is a hard man to read.”

“Yeah, Mr. Tim gets me. I know he doesn’t care, but maybe I should apologize to Mr. Johnson. I still want to be an office aide.”

“I doubt he’d derail that, but he strikes me as a politician, so it may not be a bad idea to hedge your bets. His reaction might be telling. And if your mom gives you any grief, offering to apologize will probably satiate her.”

“Makes sense. I’ll try to take care of that tomorrow.”

Before Craig could say anything else, his car started ringing. Kim’s face appeared on his center touch screen. I don’t think Mom’s car has Bluetooth.

“Hi dear. Our favorite boy is in the car, so don’t say anything inappropriate.”

“Oh, did you take Noah out for his weekly milkshake or something?”

For about half a second, I was offended. Then I remembered how wicked Kim’s sense of humor can be, so I decided to play along.

“Craig, your girlfriend is way nicer than this OLD lady.”

Kim started laughing. “Hi Max. Did your meeting go well?”

I grunted. “It was fine, I guess.”

“They want to let that juvenile delinquent back into school,” Craig added.

“Well, that’s a bunch of nonsense,” she answered. “I thought they said Max wouldn’t see him again at Olympia.”

Ugh.

“They did. I pointed that out, which made the principal fidget in his seat,” Craig replied. He looked at me and sighed. “But, Max accepted his apology and is okay with him coming back, so I’m trying to make peace with it.”

“Well, Max’s comfort level does seem like the most important thing. I guess if he’s okay with it, the rest of us should acquiesce.”

I wonder if she’d have the same attitude about me having sex with her husband? I doubt it.

“Yep. Well, we’re pulling into Max’s so he can grab something. I’ll see you when you get home.”

***

One positive about having to meet with Dom is getting to spend extra time with Craig. We didn’t do anything special, but chilling with each other is always a highlight of my week.

I asked him to take me to practice early, hoping to catch Spence and find out what’s going on. Unfortunately, he no-showed, which isn’t at all like him. Now I’m getting really worried. I sent him a text, but by the end of practice, it’s still unread — and he responds quicker than anyone I know.

Shit.

*** End of Chapter 50 ***

Author’s notes: Next up is Noah’s birthday party (really!!! promise!) and a return to amorous antics!