Detention Boys

Chapter Seventeen

“Yeah.” Where was he going with this?

“You’re like my brother, and I love you, and I would never judge you.”

“Okay... is there a point to all this?”

He sighed before indicating and pulling over to the side of the road. Sam turned to face me. I could tell this was something serious. The rain was hammering down around us as I waited for him to talk.

“What’s going on with you and Dylan?”

Let’s just say I deserved an Oscar for the poker face I had on.

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to make my voice sound as neutral as possible.

“Are you two... you know?”

Shit. I was speechless. Despite everything he just told me, I couldn’t just say yes. I don’t know why. Would confirming it to Sam make it more real? Admitting it to myself was step one, was admitting it to Sam, to my friends, step two?

Then maybe you could get to step three, which might be the boner!

Shut up stupid inappropriate thoughts. Now is not the time.

I looked at Sam and thought of what to say. Deny it? Or just tell him.

‘I would never judge you.’

Thankfully, the decision was taken out of my hands when I took too long to answer. I saw the look on Sam’s face change; but it wasn’t in disgust or in shame. He grinned. He fucking grinned!

“I knew it!” He shouted, slapping me on the arm.

“Wait... you’re not-?”

“Not what? Grossed out? Turning into a homophobic prick? No man. If I was to be pissed about anything it would be that you didn’t tell me.”

I sighed in relief.

“Wait- what do you mean ‘I knew it’?”

Sam just shrugged before turning back around and putting his seat belt on. He started the car and we set off back to the cabin again.

“I don’t know,” he started. “I guess the possibility popped into my head when you split up with Kelly. I know you’re not one to fuck about with people if you don’t have feelings for them, so I thought what if it’s not the kind of girl you’re going for, what if the problem was that you were going for a girl.”

I couldn’t believe it. The bastard actually looked smug like he had it all figured out.

“So you just assumed I was gay?”

“Well, it wasn’t till you started hanging around Dylan that I spotted it. You do this thing when you like someone, the opposite to Cam. When Cam likes someone, he never shuts up about them. But you, you hardly mention them and just watch them all the time and listen to everything they say.”

“Huh.”
“I’m your best friend for a reason, you know?”

I just nodded and looked out the window, watching the drops of rain slide down the glass.

“So... how are things with you and Dylan?”

“You really want to talk about my possible relationship with another guy?”

He shrugged. “It’s not much different from talking about girls though, is it really? I mean, I don’t want you to tell me if he shoves his dick up your-“

“SAM!”

“Sorry, sorry! You know what I mean.”

I sighed. I didn’t mind talking about it with Sally, so why not Sam? He is my best friend, and to be honest I did really want to tell him. He knows me better than anyone.

“Thing with me and Dylan,” I said slowly,” are good.”

“Just good?”

“I’m just scared. I like him more than I’ve liked any girl, but if someone had told me during the summer that I be falling for a guy I would have told them where to shove it.”

He nodded in understanding. “Well, from what I’ve gathered from Mitch’s constant complaining, Dylan likes talking about his feelings and shit right? He’s pretty honest most of the time?”

“Yeah he is.”

“Well make the most of that. Talk to him. You’re not bad being all emotional either, especially when you’re drunk.”

“So you’re saying I turn into a sap when I’m drunk?”

“Your words not mine.”

We both laughed.  It felt good to talk to Sam about this, I hate keeping things from him.

“By the way, tell Dylan if he fucks things up I will beat the shit out of him.”

“Eh... thanks?”

“No problem little sis.”

Bastard.