“Why don’t you get that faggot boyfriend
of yours to help? He’s always hanging around after practice waiting on you
anyway.” Richard sneered.
I should’ve expected it. He’d been
calling Jason that more and more lately. It was like he was trying to goad me
into a fight. My fists balled into fists at my side. As always her voice came
to me. Strength means not having to show
it off because someone made you angry, Tommy. Strength means holding back when
all you want to do is lose your mind.
“Jason is not on this team. You are. And
if you want to stay on it, Rick, I suggest you check your attitude unless you
want to discuss it in detail with Coach. We don’t have to be cool right now but
this isn’t negotiable.” Pulling rank on him was a dirty move but I didn’t have
any other choice. It was either that or brawl with him and there was no way in
hell I was risking getting grounded this weekend.
This was “the” weekend, me and Jason’s
one month anniversary. It was Jason’s longest relationship and he wanted to do
something “outrageous”. His words, not mine. So Uncle Mark had agreed to let
Jason and I head out to the lake for a weekend of camping. It was only twenty
minutes away but it satisfied Jason’s impulsive nature. How he’d managed to get
the weekend off from his sucky job at Kmart, Tommy didn’t know, but Jason was
beyond pleased with himself.
Rick’s noise of frustration brought me
out of my thoughts of the weekend. “Fuck you, Tommy.” Not in this life or any
other.
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