I shook my head to clear it of thoughts about his package and tried to get back to what he and I should do. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.
Maybe I wasn’t the best player on the team, though everybody said I was. But I was one of the guys who’d helped us to a winning streak that stretched back to the middle of last season. What business was it of anybody’s if I got help from a gay guy? What business of anybody’s was it if Louis and I were friends?
“f**k, Louis! I don’t think I want to let two homophobic morons run my life. I want to be your friend. I need your help. Let them think what they want to.”
“Are you sure? You may be asking for trouble.”
“I don’t think I’m going to get beaten up or anything. And they can’t exactly kick me off the team. That would be up to the c
