Chapter 4

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I walked slowly up the porch steps, as I did my best to prolong the inevitable. The second that I pushed open the door, my dad was onto me. The first words that came out of his mouth were, “out of all the guys in your school, I never thought you’d pick the gay one.”

            “Dad, he isn’t gay,” I responded curtly, as I always did when my dad tested Chase’s sexuality.

            “I’ve told you this many times before, but you just won’t get it through your head,” he answered and I mimicked his actions as he said for, mostly likely the thousandth time, “no guy that does ballet could ever be straight.”

            “He plays football too, you know,” I responded. No matter how many times we got into this argument, it was always the same. “Besides, we’re dating, I don’t think he’s gay.”

            “He’s just using you as a cover Chastity!” he shouted, his temper rising.

            “Dad! Get over it, Chase isn’t gay!” I yelled back and rolled my eyes. I left the living room and started my way upstairs. I made it about half way, too, before I was stopped in my tracks.

            “We are not finished with this discussion young lady,” he yelled up the steps after me.

            “What discussion? As far as I’m concerned all you’re doing is calling my be-boyfriend gay,” I almost said best friend instead of boyfriend, and I hoped that he hadn’t noticed.

            “I don’t want you seeing that woman Chastity,” well this was certainly a new one.

            “Dad!” I shouted, outraged. Even though Chase and I weren’t really dating, my dad’s constant bickering about the two of us, even as friends, finally pissed me off. “Stop saying that he’s gay! Just because he does dance does not mean that he likes men, give it up all ready!”

            “You will not speak to me in that tone of voice, young lady!” he reprimanded me.

            “Then stop calling Chase gay and just accept it, we’re t-together! Deal with it!” After that, I ran up to my room, leaving my dad as he fumed at the bottom of the steps.

            “Don’t walk away, or you will never be let out of this house to see that girl ever again,” he threatened just as I reached my room.

            “For the last time,” I shouted, “Chase isn’t gay!” I slammed the door and flopped face first onto my bed. The second that I settled into a semi comfortable position, a sharp rap on my window caused me to groan and roll over onto my back. When I didn’t get up to open the window for her, my neighbor and friend Mickayla took it upon herself to climb through.

            The first thing that left her mouth was along the lines of, “why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

            I let out a light chuckle and say, “that rhymed you know.” She quirked an eyebrow at me as I, not so strategically, avoided the question. When she didn’t respond, I sighed and closed my eyes.

            “Whoa, are you okay? Was it what your dad said?”

            “Not really, I mean he’s said it all before,” I responded before I shot up. “Wait, how did you know that he said anything?”

            “Walls are not as thick as you may think,” was all that she said. “Do you have any clothes I can borrow? Wait, why do I even bother asking anymore?” she laughed to herself as she went to the drawer that I kept for when she came over to my house, in the middle of the night. “Well don’t just sit there, get changed, those heels must be killing you.”

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