Page 88 of Breaking Free
“It hasn’t been too bad,” Trev says. “A couple other people asked me about it in class, having either heard about it from someone or they saw us in the quad in the morning or in the cafeteria. I just confirmed that it was true, but nobody’s been hateful.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah.” He smiles.
“I’m gonna call my mom on the way over. She may be out at job interviews, but I’m gonna let her know I’ll be home after work.”
“Okay.”
“Hey, Dom,” Dex says, walking up next to me.
“What’s up?”
“Not to be nosy, but you said your mom is looking for a job?”
“Yeah, she’s trying. Says it hasn’t been easy.”
Dex nods. I told him a little about my backstory, so he’s aware of the situation we’re in, and how my mom needs to get a job soon to be able to keep afloat.
“My dad’s secretary quit. He’s stressing about needing someone to replace her as soon as possible. I don’t know what all he’s needing her to be able to do, but if I talk to him, I can probably get him to hire your mom.”
“Yeah?” I ask, surprised and a little overwhelmed that he’d do that for me. It’s not like he’s known me for long.
“Of course. To be transparent, my dad is a workaholic and works crazy long hours. I’m not sure what it would be like to work for him.”
“Beggars can’t be choosers,” I say with a shrug. “Let me know what he says and I’ll talk to my mom.”
“Will do.”
“Thanks, man.”
Dex nods and leaves.
“You got some good friends here, Campbell.”
“Yeah, I got lucky.”
I wrap an arm around his shoulders and gaze into his eyes. “Me too.”
35
Weeks pass,and everything between me and Trevor keeps getting better and better. I spend so much time at his house, I feel like I should be paying for the utilities at least.
Halloween came and went, and after spending time with my mom, passing out candy, Trevor and I went to a party at Jay’s frat. We dressed as Maverick and Iceman from the movie Top Gun, because, come on, we all know those two wanted each other. That movie is ripe with homoeroticism. Trevor didn’t want to wear towels like they did in the locker room scene, so flight suits it was.
If people hadn’t figured out we were together before the Halloween party, they definitely found out then, because we could hardly keep our hands off each other. Maybe the flight suits weren’t a bad idea, because Trevor looked damn good in his.
It’s now the middle of November, and we’re quickly approaching Thanksgiving break. Mom’s already asked me if Trevor will join us, but I’ve yet to ask him. I know his parents always have something, so I don’t want to put him in a hard spot.
“Hey, I have a question for you,” he says, coming from around the back of the couch and dropping next to me with a bowl of popcorn.
“Okay.” I take a few pieces and toss them in my mouth as I pull Netflix up on the TV.
“Thanksgiving.”
I angle my head and study him. “What about it?”
“I was wondering if after you spend time with your mom, if you wanted to come to my parents house?”