Chapter 58
It felt like we agreed on something then, in that smile.
“Maybe. I mean—correct me if I’m wrong, of course.”
I pursed my lips together. “How’d you hear about those stupid rumors? You don’t go to our school.”
“Well, I’m gay, aren’t I? You wouldn’t believe the number of times girls at school have come up to me asking if the stories about Connie O’Reilly are true. Every second week there’s some stupid story about how some lad or some girl is queer. People are easily bored and I dunno—I guess being gay is the worst thing they can imagine thinking about someone. But since I’ve met you….”
We walked in silence for the next couple of steps before reaching a corner and she hesitated there, twiddling with the straps of her bag. “This is uh—this is me, now.”