moment I approached the dorm, I searched in my pockets for my identification
card to open the main door. I fumbled before sliding it through the security
lock, nearly losing my balance.
Moya gripped my arm, trying to keep me steady. I felt a flare of excitement at
her touch that sent a shock through me. It briefly superseded the pain.
She spoke with great concern, “You’re definitely not okay. Maybe you should go
to the—”
“It’s the weekend, no one’s here in health services. I’m all right. I need some
rest, that’s all.”
She released my arm and took the card out of my hand to unlock the door for me.
Unexpectedly, I was seeing another side to Moya, a tenderness she tried so hard
to conceal.
I enjoyed the moment a bit too much it seemed, as Moya gave me a questioning
look when she turned to see me gawking at her. I was probably smiling too much.
She shoved the ID against my aching chest. “Here’s your card, asshole.
Goodnight.”
Oh great. She must have perceived everything to be an act. That I wasn’t ill at
all, simply trying to get her inside my room. I deliberated calling after her
to explain as she walked hurriedly back down the path. Then again, maybe it was
best to leave it like that. After all, my secret was still safe.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Moya
Bright and early Saturday morning, Vanessa and I went jogging around the scenic
Fuller Park in our home town of Berlin Heights. She phoned me the night before
saying she was sorry I drove home by myself, but that she really wanted to
spend a little time with Calvin. That was understandable, since he was getting
super busy with Basketball.
The run couldn’t clear my head though. No matter how bright and lovely the
morning was, or how refreshing the atmosphere, I was still thinking about my
run-in with Branden the night before.
While Vanessa probed about Tobias and the party, I fumed over Branden’s
behavior. “I can’t believe he was fooling around.”
Fighting for air, she slowed me down and asked, “Who was fooling around?”
Sweat dripped from her braids as she drooped over and drank water.
I sucked in air as I answered, “Branden.”
Vanessa gave me a dubious look. “Um, this is about Tobias and the way you shot
him down last night and left the party. He said you were angry with him for no
reason.” Yeah, right, no reason my ass. I guess he failed to mention calling me
a lesbian.
I waved her off as I tightened the lid on my water bottle. “Whatever, I told
him I’m not looking to start anything, so emphasize that the next time you see
him.”
I began jogging again, picking up the pace when Vanessa tried to catch up with
me.
“Hey,” she called out. “No fair.”
I laughed. “Keep up and stop dragging ass!”
Running all the way back to where we started, I finally slowed down and waited
for Vanessa. We both hunched over again, panting.
“You’re…just…scared…” she gasped between words, struggling to breathe normally.
“Love…is…a beautiful…thing…”
“I doubt love is what Tobias wants to give me,” I mocked. “Besides, I’m a
lesbian. So why is he still pursuing me?”
Vanessa laughed, bumping my arm limply. “He called you that? No wonder he was
worried he turned you off completely.”
She finally retrieved the strength to stand up straight. “What about Branden
then?”
I coughed as too much water rushed down my throat. “What about him?” I feigned
innocence.
Vanessa gripped my elbow, heaving me down the sidewalk in the direction of our
homes. “Don’t give me that. Branden is obviously into you, so, why not him if
not Tobias?”
“Um, hello, did you not hear what I just said? I’m not looking for anything
from anyone. Besides, he proved to be like all the rest when he pretended to
feel sick and tried to lure me back to his room last