Friday, April 15, 2016

Tentacle University 2: The Sorority pt. 9

Chad sat at a bench in the center of the quad, his phone clasped in his hands. He had texted Lance, asking him to meet, but he wasn’t sure that he would actually show up.
Lance was someone that Chad had really grown to like, and just as things were finally looking up the pictures had hit the internet. Then, as expected, everything went to shit, and fast.
Lance hadn’t even yelled at him, or called him names. Instead he had just shut Chad out completely. No matter how many messages or calls were made, Lance would not respond. Chad understood why. Lance hadn’t been completely out when they had started seeing each other, but after the pictures hit, everyone knew. Lance hadn’t just been outed, he had been thrown to the wolves. Not only was his sexuality exposed, but so was his body.
“So, you really didn’t take those pictures?” Lance’s voice made Chad look up.
“I really didn’t.” Chad had to suppress the urge to smile at the sight of Lance. “And we almost have who did. We have their IP address, and a bunch of other information. I can show you everything if you…”
Lance held up a hand, cutting Chad off, then took a seat next to him. Their knees touched, and Chad felt his body tingle.
“You know; I really don’t know how to feel about you right now. I know what you’re saying, but those pictures are still out there. My life is still majorly fucked up.” Lance sighed. “If you didn’t do it, then I guess I can’t blame you. How can I really know that you had nothing to do with those pictures getting released, though?”
“Willard is holding a meeting tonight with the head of Kappa Iota Lambda, and I thought you should come.” The words flew out of Chad’s mouth quickly. He didn’t want to give Lance another shot at quieting him down again. “You were affected by this just as much as them, and I think you should have a say in how things get handled from here on out.”
“Handled? Shouldn’t the school be handling this?”
“The school is claiming their hands are tied. This is our chance to call bullshit on them.” Chad finally smiled.
He reached out, taking Lance’s hand in his. He loved the way Lance’s dark, rich skin contrasted against his own. He loved the way Lance’s long, slender fingers fit perfectly into his palm, and he loved the way his skin seemed to tingle when Lance touched him. For a moment, but just a moment, he forgot why he was sitting there with Lance. He forgot about everything that had been going on, and he just enjoyed feeling that special someone’s skin against his own again.
“What time is the meeting?” Lance’s voice was still cool, but not all together hostile.
“Six. We’re having it at the Greek Row Commons. We thought it would be better to have it on neutral ground. Make everyone more comfortable.”
Gently, Lance took his hand back. “I’ll see you there.”

Then, without another word, Lance stood. He gently kissed Chad on the cheek, and turned, walking back into the crowds of students moving through the commons. 

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