Prescott College: Brandon Mills Versus the V-Card by Lisa Henry & J.A. Rock

Author:Lisa Henry & J.A. Rock
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: LGBT, New Adult, Contemporary
Publisher: Loose Id LLC
Published: 2014-11-27T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

It was a tribute to how glad he was to be with Alex that the dining hall looked so welcoming to Brandon. He hadn’t eaten here since last year, but as soon as he stepped inside, memories of his freshman year came flooding back. The walls were painted purple and red, the tables were covered in crumbs and crumpled napkins, and the smell of chicken soup hung in the air.

Alex gave his ID to the attendant to swipe. “And, um, two swipes, please. One for my friend.”

My friend.

Brandon had no idea if they were friends or boyfriends or what. He just knew he wanted to spend as much time with Alex as possible.

“Someone said the pasta bar is new this year.” Alex pointed.

“Oh.” Brandon watched a student ladle sauce onto a mountain of spaghetti. “Yeah, they didn’t have that last year.”

“Don’t forget your tray.” Alex moved to hand Brandon one and knocked most of the stack over. “Sorry. Crap. Sorry!” he said to the attendant. She waved it off and came over to help pick the trays up.

They both got pasta and some weird pudding things from the dessert buffet. Then they found the cleanest table and sat.

“So practice sucked,” Alex said.

Brandon burst out laughing. “I know! It’s weird how everyone’s so worked up over this competition. But I guess the regional prize is a couple thousand dollars. So, you know. That could buy Phi Sig some new furniture and a Risk: Onyx Edition.”

It was still early enough that the hall wasn’t very full, but they stayed there talking for so long that the dinner rush came and went. They talked about school, their hometowns, their families. Brandon was particularly interested in the Hawaiian side of Alex’s family, whom Alex described as “nosy but awesome.”

“I kind of want to go to Hawaii,” Brandon said. “I know that’s what everyone says. But I don’t mean dream vacation so much as like, looking at the economics of their agricultural system.” He stabbed a piece of pasta, suddenly embarrassed. “Sorry. Okay. I’m such a nerd.”

“Well, look who you’re talking to.”

Brandon was amazed at how comfortable he felt with Alex. Like nothing he said was too stupid or pointless to share. Alex told some long, hard-to-follow story about his former boss at a food truck where he’d worked summers, and Brandon found himself just watching the way Alex’s lips moved, the way the light hit his eyes.

They stayed until there was almost no one left, until it was dark outside and they’d each had three sodas apiece. “Want to take a walk?” Alex asked.

They went to the statue of Wolford Prescott. Mark had commented numerous times that this was a very atmospheric place for a date. Wolford, with his blank eyes and tricorn hat and muscular, bobtailed horse, looked out over the quad, his sword held at his side. Brandon sat beside the statue’s base, and Alex sat beside him. Their conversation, which had been lively and fun in the dining hall, grew more serious.

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