Love Is In The Hallways

"This is stupid."

Banging his head against the tree hadn’t helped. Trying to knock sense into his brain couldn’t make Luke's decision any easier. It simply ended up adding to his already thumping headache. He stopped the action briefly, rubbing his sore forehead under his hairline.

Hiding like this was so freaking stupid.

He looked back to where he could see Cameron Anders waiting outside the main gate. Waiting for him. It didn't help his state of mind one little bit. Cameron was exactly where they had said they would meet, agreeing this in a flurry of positive upbeat “the world can't hurt us” texts. Luke groaned inwardly. God, Cameron looked gorgeous today. He was wearing jeans, a dark T emblazoned with wording that Luke couldn’t make out from this distance and a black jacket over his shoulders. Of course he wasn’t wearing his letter jacket. No, he didn’t have that anymore. In fact, Luke had that jacket in his bedroom. Cameron had insisted that Luke keep it during their surprise make out session in the park.

The best night of Luke's life. Way better than the midnight showing of the last X-Men film that he and Mitchell had seen at the beginning of the summer. And god, he had really been looking forward to that film.

The kissing had been great. More than great. Fan-freaking-tastic. The kisses had been the culmination of so many nights of fantasy. They were hot and gentle and then deep and hard, and love blazed in every one of them. Luke touched his cheek where Cameron had cradled his face, caressing him even as he had deepened the kisses they shared.

It was so passionate, so right, and if Luke hadn’t already been ninety-five percent in love with Cam, then that single kiss would have shot him straight from zero to hundred in an instant. The fire of wanting more of the same, and more touches, burned low in his belly, and he was hard again in an instant. It was a frequent teenage boy state anyway to sport a boner, but add in the memories of that kiss and the feel of Cam's hard body pressed against his and he was a goner. He had spent much of Saturday and Sunday in a permanent state of arousal. His hand ached.

Thank fuck first period was history. Not only did history benefit from being a Cam-free zone, but the teacher was Mr. Dearing, whose manner of teaching was as dry as dead wood. An entire period of that should take care of his boner and give his brain a rest from, quite frankly, awesome Cameron fantasies. He shrank back farther and held his breath as a group of girls stopped to talk to Cameron. One of them was Mary-Beth, Cam's ex, who grabbed at Cam's arm and pulled him away from the group to one side. She was saying something urgent defined by rapid hand movements, casting glances back at her group of girlfriends, who were staring avidly at whatever was unfolding in front of them.

Luke watched Cam's body language—the slight slump in Cam's shoulders, the way he inclined his head to listen to whatever Mary-Beth was saying. Cam then nodded without actually saying anything that Luke could see. Something had clearly been agreed, evidenced by the fact that Mary-Beth's tight angry posture relaxed. She joined the group of girls, and as a giggling mass of whispers, they went through the school entrance. Not one of them looked back at Cam, and when Luke moved his gaze back to focus on Cam, he saw an expression that scared him. There was sadness on his boyfriend's face.

What had Mary-Beth said? She seemed to leave kind of happy after whatever was said. This was despite the fact that Cam had been her boyfriend for two years while also, it had been revealed, being one hundred percent gay.