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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