“No, you should tell Ezra. Shouldn’t he know?”
“He’s not going to believe me. And besides, it’s rumors. Rumors don’t mean anything.” Although, Jake wouldn’t be surprised at all if it turned out to be true. “I can’t tell him something I just heard.” Jake sighed. “I just need to get over it, I guess.”
Mindy nodded. “Well, there’s a gay bar in town somewhere.”
Jake turned to her, ready with a smart-ass comment, but he thought about it for a second. “Maybe I could try it out.”
Mindy nodded, flipping through her magazine.
“Just not now, though. I’m going to need some time. Especially since I have to see him in choir. Hanging all over Sean.” And especially since he was pretty sure he’d fallen hard for someone he wasn’t supposed to.
God, this sucked.
He’d loved being in the choir, but now that was going to suck too. His stomach started to hurt. How was he supposed to get through all the rehearsals now?
“Mmhmm.” Mindy blew a bubble and it popped. “You think there’s any of those old bomb shelters around here we could hide in on New Year’s Eve?”
Jake rolled his eyes and put his head back down.
Jake was at the country club, driving around three old men in a golf cart. The three old men looked like Larry, Moe, and Curly.
They were making jokes about Clinton and Monica Lewinsky and then laughing like those old men Muppets. Jake was trying to ignore them, even though maybe he should appreciate the distraction since he was trying not to think about Ezra.
But he was trying so much that he kept thinking about Ezra.
It was awkward in choir. Ezra wasn’t ignoring Jake. He had to tell Ezra about his exam, after all, which he aced. But it wasawkward. Ezra’s face would get red when he’d talk to Jake as if he were embarrassed. But then Sean would show up and ruin everything and Ezra’s attention would be on him.
So, one thing Jake thought might distract him from Ezra was to look at other guys. He was going to have to get over his feelings for Ezra one way or another, wasn’t he? So, as Jake drove around the three geriatric stooges, he scoped out the men on the golf course. He wanted to see how he’d feel, because he’d never really looked at another guy in a sexual way. As Jake looked around, feeling dejected because all he found himself doing was searching for guys that looked like Ezra, he saw something.
A nice ass. The back of a curly, dumb head. Weird ears.
It was Sean. He was out on the green, by one of the ponds Jake had to fish golf balls out of. Sean had a golf club in his hands. He turned around, setting up the ball, and got ready to swing. But Sean wasn’t alone. An older guy was with him. The older guy gestured to Sean, mimicking a golf swing, and Sean grinned. Then the guy stood behind Sean, right up against him, sliding his arms and hands over Sean’s as if he was guiding him.
Then Jake saw the quick and subtle kiss the older guy placed on the back of Sean’s neck. Sean grinned even wider and carefully wiggled his ass against the guy’s crotch.
Jake abruptly turned the golf cart, making Larry, Moe, and Curly exclaim and grab onto something. Jake sped the cart right over the putting green, right in the path of a golf ball or two and dodged a few people as they jumped out of the way and cussed at him. Jake barely stopped the cart before he rammed right into Sean.
Sean staggered backward, almost into the pond, and stared wide-eyed as Jake hopped out. “What the hell, Fallon?”
Jake stormed over to Sean. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Sean looked around for a second. “You work here?”
“You got it, Einstein. So, what the hell are youdoing?” Jake gestured to the guy, lingering nearby looking very confused.
“Young man,” Curly hollered from the cart. “I’d like to speak to your manager!”
Sean lifted a shoulder. “It’s just some golfing lessons.”
“Like hell it is! I saw what you were doing.”
“So what?” Sean shrugged again. “I like to have fun.”
Jake shook his head in disgust. “What about Ezra? He really likes you.”
Sean smirked. “Yeah. He does. And I really like that he’s super smart and will write my papers for me.”
Jake grabbed the front of Sean’s polo shirt and yanked him forward, getting in Sean’s face. “You son of a bitch! I’ll break your fucking neck!”
