I smirked when she completely ignored him and continued telling me about a guy she’d seen sleeping on the bus on the way here. I glanced back at Oliver as I held my bedroom door open for Becca to enter my room. He looked mildly distraught as his friends began to rip into him about it and I grinned.
Becca threw herself onto my bed, lying on her back for a moment before rolling over to face me. She had a strange smile painted across her face.
“What’s that look for?” I asked.
“It’s kind of hot to think that you gave Rowan head right here,” she whispered with a giggle.
I flushed and scowled at her. When she started teasing me, moaning my name and thrashing around comically on the bed, I chucked a pillow at her.
“Stop it, you tit!” I cried, laughing but feeling hot and embarrassed.
Becca smirked, knowing she had gotten under my skin and grabbed the pillow I had thrown, hugging it to her chest. I sat down beside her, my weight on the springs causing her to bounce a little.
“So, do you have any plans this weekend? I thought maybe we could go out for food, or to the cinema or something?” she asked. I hesitated, unable to keep a smile from my face and Becca raised her eyebrows. “Unless of course you have other plans?”
“I have a date this weekend,” I replied casually, the small, knowing smile still playing on my lips.
“With who?” Becca gasped, hugging the pillow tighter. “Rowan?” I nodded and Becca grinned, sitting up on her knees. “Where is he taking you?”
“I’m not sure yet. He asked about that new place down the road from the surgery. Y’know the one I was telling you about at lunch a few days ago?” I replied.
“That’s so exciting! What’re you wearing?”
“Not a clue. I might text him and ask where he’s taking me, just so I know whether to wear something decent.” I shrugged and pulled my phone from my pocket, glancing down at the screen.
“You didn’t tell me you had his number,” Becca cried desperately and hit me with her pillow.
“Sorry, sorry!” I laughed. When she hit me again, I pushed her roughly, causing her to topple backwards. She immediately leapt onto my back and began play-wrestling with me.
“I’m going to make you pay for not telling me,” she said breathlessly and we writhed playfully.
“Yeah? You and what army?” I asked, laughing. I easily overpowered her and pinned her down by her wrists, using my body weight to stop her wriggling free. The position I had her in would have looked more than a bit suggestive to the outside eye.
“Ooh, Max. I never knew you cared.” She swooned, batting her eyelashes.
“Shut up.” I grinned.
Becca tried to squirm free but failed miserably. She paused thoughtfully before speaking. “Have you ever had sex with a girl?”
I raised an eyebrow at her and sat up, releasing her from my grip. “No, why would I have?”
Becca leaned on her elbows and looked at me. “How long have you known you were gay?”
“I dunno, since I was fourteen or fifteen maybe?” I paused, thinking for a moment. “I had a couple of very brief straight relationships, but I’ve never really fancied girls. I can recognise when a girl is attractive, but it doesn’t really go much further than that.”
Becca nodded, clearly interested. “Do your parents know?”
I rolled onto my back, so I was lying next to her. “Well, I told my mum that I thought I was gay when I was eighteen.” I paused. “I guess she must have told my dad, though he’s never officially said anything about it.”
“Do you think he’s okay with it?” Becca asked.
“I would have thought so. My dad is quite shy. He probably just doesn’t know what to say to me. Even if I was straight, I doubt he’d ever really talk to me about it.”
Becca smiled. “Was your mum okay about it when you told her?”
“Yeah. I’d been really worried about telling her and for weeks she’d been asking me if there was something wrong. I think she was kind of relieved in the end. She must have thought there was something worse going on.” I laughed.
“That’s so sweet. I think you’ve been pretty lucky. Some people’s parents freak out,” she replied thoughtfully.
