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Gay Book 'The Locker'
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They had talked briefly since that night, and he wondered, staring at the mirror, if maybe he
had been wrong, maybe he had only thought he had seen what he had seen or
maybe Dakota had changed his mind? Maybe he had decided it wasn’t worth
the risk but then he would have cancelled today, wouldn’t he? His head
shook and he saw the fear in his own eyes, the fear that he had already
failed to measure up to what Dakota had expected, but then, maybe he was
just being stupid? Maybe he was just too nervous, expecting too much and
maybe that was scaring Dakota off too? It could be, after all Dakota was,
well, he was hot and he, Noah, wasn’t, so why should he be interested?
Christ he was feeling weird, his palms were sweating and he wasn’t going to meet Dakota
till 4, and he leaned back on the wall, staring at his face, staring at the
zit and way his face looked so ordinary. He sighed, knowing that it wasn’t
Dakota’s fault they hadn’t had time together, after all he did have an
image to keep up and Noah understood that. Last thing he wanted was for
anyone to suspect anything about them, even if they already suspected him,
he couldn’t let them get wise to Dakota. It was bad enough that some
thought he was queer, Christ it would be impossible if they knew for sure.
Lunch was the worse, he had to sit there listening to Marvin whining about something or
other, or worse sit alone while ‘the group’ surrounded Dakota and he
could see how he was being drooled over by every cheerleader and girl in
school. He had that look, the same look he thought Rusty had, but with
Dakota it was different, more intense really. He could see too that Rusty
wasn’t exactly pleased, no longer number one but he had to give the guy
credit, he didn’t seem to let it bother him but every now and then. Noah
could see the way Rusty’s eyes would flare, a sort of hatred in them that
scared Noah. He never thought Rusty was that way, but then how would he
know? He was never popular, he was the funny kid who dressed up in girls
clothes for plays and stuff. He wasn’t the super jock or anything, but
there was something in Rusty’s eyes that made Noah keep his distance.
As much as he had wanted to talk with Dakota each morning at
the locker or after classes or during lunch break, Rusty seemed to be there,
watching, and staring and yet not
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