I reached the library, but not quite ready to face anyone, I paused at the doorway and pretended to be lost in a drama club poster. It was for tryouts for their upcoming production, a play called “The Corn is Green.” All I could think was that I’d just told my darkest secret to someone who then ran away. Was he off in the teacher’s lounge telling everyone what I’d said? By this time tomorrow would I be getting sly looks from knowing teachers? The last thing I’d thought possible was that a teacher would just bail. Good one, Noble; maybe next time you can tell your secret to TMZ.
“Please tell me you’re not gonna fag out like the gay jocks in High School Musical.” Rick came out of the library, unescorted by his goons, a little less swagger in stride.
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