Page 23 of Breaking Free
He looks good in his plain white tee and sunglasses pushed up on top of his blond hair. One of the guys says something that makes him laugh. It’s a hearty laugh that showcases his teeth and has his head dropping back. As I watch him, I find myself smiling. His laugh and smile are contagious and I hate that I like them so much already.
I have ten minutes to figure out what I want to do. That’s how long I’m in line and then waiting for my order to be ready. I debate on whether I want to just take my food to my car to avoid seeing Trevor, or if I should approach him and say hi. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable, but I guess I can tone down my flirting and teasing and just say hi like any other person would. I have no intention of outing him to his friends, it’s just hard not to check him out.
The lady at the window hands me my food on a tray which settles my debate. It’s not in a to-go bag, so I take the tray and walk over to a table and sit down. Yes, it just so happened to be the table next to him.
When I sit, all three sets of eyes turn to see who’s next to them, but it’s only Trevor’s whose stay trained on me.
I smile. “Hey, Campbell.”
His eyes flicker to his friends’ and then back to me. “Hey.”
The guys he’s with do a double-take now that he’s spoken to me. The one closest to me has dark hair and a sculpted face, while the one to his left has lighter hair and a softer face, but both are pretty attractive.
“Campbell,” the dark-haired one says with humor, studying his friend. “I take it you’re football buddies. Only athletes do that shit.”
Trevor rolls his eyes. “Yeah, he’s new.” Shifting in his seat, he focuses on dipping a fry in ketchup.
His friend inspects me again. “Trevor’s obviously shit at introducing people, so I’ll introduce myself. I’m Renzo, and this is my boyfriend Ronan.” He rubs the other guy’s back. “You are?”
“Dominic, but I usually go by Dom.”
He nods, but looks back at Trevor, who’s now avoiding even his gaze. Something weird is going on, but I have no idea what it could be.
“You’re new?” Renzo asks, his brows furrowed.
“Yeah.”
“Did you come from Grand Valley?” he asks.
Two things happen simultaneously. Trevor’s head snaps up and Renzo’s boyfriend gasps.
My eyes bounce between all of them, trying to read the situation. “Uh, yeah.”
There’s a few beats of silence and some sort of weird silent conversation happening between them before Ronan stands up, gathering trash.
“Babe, we gotta go. We have to meet Vi and Dex.”
Renzo looks at me once more before turning his focus on Trevor, who’s looking at him with an unreadable expression. Renzo chuckles and shakes his head, standing up.
“Well, this was fun,” he says. “Nice meeting you, Dom.”
I grin and nod, and once they’re both gone, I watch Trevor visibly relax. His shoulders drop as he exhales.
“Do they know about what we did?” I ask, trying to piece things together. “They know you’re gay?”
He sighs. “Yeah, they’re the only ones who know.”
I get up and move to sit at his table.
Trevor
11
Last nightI was in my bed, scrolling through Instagram and seeing picture after picture of Dominic. Dominic who was always within touching distance of Jay—sometimes even pressed against him.
I couldn’t even help myself when I clicked that follow button. Stupid late night decisions mixed with jealousy and enough interest that made me want to be able to see what he was up to.
I don’t know what the hell I’m gonna do when it comes to Dominic. I hate that I want him as much as I do. I hate how infuriating he is and how no matter how much he gets on my nerves, I still crave to be around him. There’s something about him that ropes me in.