But come Monday morning, a feeling of dread curled in the pit of Stacy’s stomach like hot coals, burning him up inside. He didn’t want to ask, he told himself wouldn’t, it was none of his business what Darian did outside of class…but two seconds later he changed his mind, he had to know, who the f**k was he kidding? Everything he said to Darian was suggestive, every move he made flirtatious. He couldn’t keep that up if the guy was married or had a girlfriend, had kids, but he didn’t know any other way to behave. Darian existed outside his realm of experience. Stacy still wasn’t quite sure how to cope with someone like that. All he knew was that he sure as hell wanted a chance to try.
Before first period he walked all the way down the length of the back hall, on the pretense of looking for
