As they exited the theater, Jacky worked to extricate himself from Haylee's grasp. "I have to go to the bathroom," he said. "Cody, come with me."
"I don't have to go." Cody had his arm around Nina's waist and the two of them looked totally comfortable, like they'd been dating for months rather than a week or so.
"You sure?" Jacky snapped.
That got Cody's attention. "Uh, oh yeah, I guess I do."
Once inside the safety of the tiled walls, Jacky unleashed his frustration. "Dude, does Haylee know I'm gay?"
Cody shrugged. "Doesn't everyone know?"
"Look, I kinda thought you were gonna make this a group hangout sort of thing. Not a fucking double date."
Rubbing the back of his head, Cody looked sheepish. "Yeah, but--"
"You should have--" he almost yelled, then remembered that the girls would probably be able to hear him. He dropped his voice to a deadly hiss. "You should have told her you were going on a date with Nina!"
"It's not fair to Haylee to string her along. I thought you didn't even like her."
Somehow, Cody looked even more sheepish.
Jacky stared at the blush spreading over Cody's face. "You like her. Are you freaking kidding me?"
"What do I do?" Cody covered his face with his hands.
"I thought that... when you told me you were gay... that meant you liked me," said Lance.
Ryan sat up on his side of the bed, wondering what he should do. "Are you gay?" Ryan asked.
Lance finally looked embarrassed. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Ryan tried to remember Lance ever being interested in a girl, and couldn't. He often took his friend Stefanie to the school dances. Stef was on the girls' soccer team and had broad shoulders that next to Lance looked almost dainty. He'd never seen Lance be affectionate with Stef or even kiss her. They hung out like they were bros.
Lance shrugged. "I don't know. Sometimes I feel like there's something wrong with me. I thought maybe I could be gay too."
"You've never had a crush on anyone?" Ryan asked.
"Not really," said Lance.
"Maybe you're asexual."
"Like an amoeba?"
Ryan burst out laughing. "No, no. I mean, there are people who say they're asexual, they don't really get sexual feelings or whatever."
"Oh." Lance considered this for such a long time that they both lay back down. "Maybe that is what I am."
"It... makes sense?" Ryan said. "I mean, you've never really had a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend."
Lance turned to him suddenly. "But, couldn't we make out a little to see if I'm gay?"
"No." Ryan had to be firm. "I thought, when you said it made sense that I was hanging around with Jacky – I thought you knew we were together?"
"What? No. Why?" Shaking his head, Lance gestured in the air. "I don't get it."
"Get what?" Ryan asked.
"I mean, you could have me," Lance said. "But instead you want Jacky Jennings?"
"I like him," Ryan said simply.
"But..." Lance flopped down onto his back, defeated. Then he threw up his hands again. "But why?"
"What don't you understand?" Ryan asked. "He's my boyfriend. I like him, he likes me."
"He's not very nice," said Lance finally.
Ryan knew this was how people saw Jacky, but he still didn't think Lance was being totally honest with him. "You think it's weird because of his arm."
"No! Well, yeah. Isn't kinda weird, that he doesn't have an arm?"
"No," said Ryan coldly. "It isn't."
"I don't mean it like that... I mean... do you think I'm attractive?"
"Lance, just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm horny for every guy in the world," said Ryan. "Objectively, you're a good-looking guy. But it's more like I wish I looked like you than I want to date you."
"Oh. So... you're only attracted to other gay guys?"
Yeah, so Lance isn't the brightest bulb... but I'm glad that's over with!! Have a good weekend everybody!
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Waiting RoomTeen Fiction
Everyone at school knows Andrew Jackson Jennings. Lost an arm in a car accident. Openly gay. Future school shooter. Everyone at school knows Ryan Sullivan. Football captain. Nice guy. Future valedictorian. When Andrew ends up in therapy after writin...