Tales from Foster High Bundle by John Goode

Author:John Goode [Goode, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63477-561-8
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2016-05-27T00:00:00+00:00

Brad

SO IT’S possible I might be dating Batman.

If you had asked me last week what the school board was, I might have told you that it was what they used to spank kids back in the Stone Age, but Kyle knew better. I wasn’t sure how the coach could kick me off the team if there wasn’t a rule against me being on it, but he had. Only there was no rule that said Coach had the right to do that. And Kyle knew what to do with that piece of information, even if I didn’t. So I spent the rest of the day watching the clock in anticipation that he would find something we could use. When the last bell rang, I flew out of the class and made my way across the quad.

It hit me that this was the first time I had ever willingly dashed toward a library.

When I pulled open the quiet solid-glass door, I was struck by two things: one, there were two entire stories of books; and two, if I was forced to be anywhere this quiet for more than five minutes, I might lose my mind. I looked around for Kyle, but I only saw some nerds grouped together in the back of the foyer. They looked like they were playing dice or something. The goth guy at the theater had known Kyle: maybe these guys might too. They were sitting in one of Kyle’s favorite places at school: book land.

“Hey,” I said, walking up to them. “Do you guys know a guy named….”

They had all froze in place like deer in the headlights.

Oh God, did I beat you guys up too? I thought to myself, realizing there was so much more room for my day to get shittier.

“We aren’t bugging anyone,” gulped the one that was sitting behind some kind of folder that was standing up, hiding the papers he had behind it.

“I’m not saying you are. I’m just looking for—” I began to explain.

“I just bought these pants, please don’t trash me,” another of them begged.

“I’m not going to trash you,” I assured him, referring to the practice of grabbing random freshmen and stuffing them into trash cans. I had never done it myself, but I had indeed stood and laughed while the other guys did it. Last year it had been sort of funny. Now, seeing the abject terror in their eyes at the sight and sound of me, I couldn’t recall one amusing thing about it.

“Go get Mrs. Linson,” the main guy told his friend. Mrs. Linson was the school librarian and the current frontrunner to be discovered as a child-eating witch before she died. The library was her domain in the same sense that Hell was the domain of Satan. Since I didn’t have a bucket of water handy, I knew if she did come over I was pretty much a dead man.

“I’m not here to beat you up,” I said angrily. All three of them moved away from me, and I felt sick to my stomach about how these guys were gaping at me.

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