Chapter 11
Whenever someone asked about school, Stacy just shrugged and blew it off. “It’s cool,” he’d say, and try to change the subject. Part of his reluctance came from not wanting to talk about his classes when he wasn’t in them, but mostly he didn’t want to mention Darian. Not to his friends, at least.
Darian was a secret place for Stacy, somewhere he could hide away from the rest of his life, Lamar and the bed they shared and the auto shop. He was something sacred, something Stacy didn’t want to share. How could he put into words the way he felt around the teacher? Safe, alive, like he was all that mattered, he was the only person in Darian’s world. How could he describe the touches, the looks, the slow smile that Darian seemed to save for him alone?
You’re a fool, Lamar would tel
