The holiday was on Monday. The next day we had school. I remember having a weird feeling all morning. Did the boys know there was something wrong with me? Did they know all along I was different, that I liked boys? Could they tell from just looking at me? Is that why Smith hadn’t spoken to me since orientation at the bookstore?
In homeroom, Molinara grinned widely at me, then raised his butt up off the chair and pointed to the bulge in his pants. He sported a pretty good hard on. I turned away but I had to admit I was staring at his erection. Had he guessed about me? He was obnoxious most of the time, and this was most likely another example of his idiotic behavior, but I wasn’t sure. I was afraid of him and he knew it. Something I just couldn’t hide. I tried to picture him naked; it was
