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alf wishing he d see me so he d trip over one of the strange little twirls
he was doing. Shaking my head, I seated myself and watched, and slowly came
to resent the fact that Leanna was right. Jame Graham was good at this.
The class seemed advanced, and the instructor seemed to gravitate towards h
im as an example for others more than correcting him. He made things look e
asy that I didn t see myself pulling off, and something about that fact rub
bed me the wrong way before I realized why. It was because for Jame Graham,
this seemed entirely out of character, especially since at every school da
nce I d ever spotted him at he came off as an uncoordinated moron. He stepp
ed on toes, he bumped into other people, and then he d laugh about it with
them. Here he was... kinda graceful. Partnering wasn t a problem for him ei
ther, I noticed as he performed lifts with more than one girl in class.
Who knew? Milo, probably. But maybe not many others, and that made me rea
lize that maybe it did all make sense. Maybe he pretended he couldn t dan
ce because he cared about what people thought. He was the kind of person
who d changed his name for the sake of being different, but wanted to fit
in so badly that he pretended he was a terrible dancer so no one would s
uspect he was a ballerina. Ballarino? Whatever. Jame Graham had toe shoes
. And he knew how to use them. Regardless of how much it irked me, the mo
re I watched him the more I respected what he could do. This was somethin
g that defined him. Made him a little bit different than most of the guys
I knew, and he wanted to hide it.
In an odd way, it had me thinking that we had something in common. So it p
issed me off that much more, that he d done what he d done. And there was
no question about it, either. It was Jame. The rumors. Everything. It coul
dn t have been anyone else. And I couldn t understand it.
I knew he hated me. But he didn t hate Milo... so why? And what the hell w
as his deal, anyway? It had crossed my mind before now that he d known wha
t he d find that morning. My car would have been easy enough to spot, and
if Milo had skipped out on him to spend time with me, well I could underst
and the confrontation. I could even understand him wanting to catch us, be
cause it was obvious he d had his suspicions. The fact that Emily got sick
on their trip and Mr. Trust was around to witness my downfall, too, well
I d dismissed that as an unfortunate coincidence; but still, if Jame cared
about Milo as much as he seemed to think he did, as much as Milo thought
he did, then why no warning? There were probably still things that Jame kn
ew about Milo that I didn t, just like Milo likely knew about Jame s danci
ng thing... so he d know. Jame would know how Mr. Trust would react to all
of this. He d know that Milo was already miserable at home, know that my
involvement could make things worse for him. If he d wanted to hurt me th
en his methods had worked. But they hurt Milo, too. If he cared about Milo
, then why the hell would he do anything to make things worse for him?
I found myself straightening a little an hour later as class let out, my c
omposure breaking as Jame Graham walked through the doors, chatting up two
girls following behind him, my anger over everything becoming more diffic
ult to control. But I remained where I was, knowing the moment he noticed
me because of the way he went red in the face, and it had nothing to do wi
th being winded from his class.
This wasn t like at school; suddenly I was the last place he wanted to look
, and having turned the tables brought be a sense of... well, decidedly, I
think it was peace I was feeling. And maybe, a great deal of fuck-you-Jame-
the-Assface-Graham, too. Dick. And it got better. So much so that I found m
yself barely suppressing the same kind of smug smile he d been throwing at
me for fucking weeks, when I realized that I d seated myself close enough t
o the locker he was using that he couldn t avoid me, his posture suddenly b
ecoming cramped, as if he wanted to shrink out of the skintight ensemble, h
ide the fact that the black fabric covering him left little to the imaginat
ion. And toe shoes. Remember the toe shoes.
And the sad thing was, I didn t even want to make fun of him for it. If I h
ad more respect for him, which I didn t for obvious reasons, I may have eve
n told him how... well, how fucking amazing he could be. Flexible. Long. St
eady. I found myself eyeing him, fantasizing about what Milo would look lik
e in the same clothes, pulling the same moves... coming from me that was a
fucking compliment where Jame Graham was concerned, so take it or leave it,
okay? Assface had every ounce of discomfort I was currently inflicting com
ing to him. He saw it, too, because as he hastily dragged his jeans out of
his locker and pulled them on he cut his eyes hostilely in my direction. Ho
stile, wary, downright paranoid. It was as if he fully expected me to have
our entire school hiding behind me, ready to chime in on his secret hobby.
And then my laugher slipped out. Not because I was making fun of him. Humor
less laughter that bubbled and slipped as I moved my arms wide, gesturing a
t our surroundings.  All this, I remarked.  I can t keep it a secret what
I do when I m naked, and you keep all this a secret.
 Fuck off, pervert, he hissed.
Smile disappearing, I couldn t help the way I stood, crowded him at his loc
ker. His eyes darted over the crowd, his classmates. He didn t want to make
a scene any more than Leanna wanted me to. Somehow, that made it easier. 
Pervert? I spat. I was so sick of that word.  Does Milo think I m a perver
t?
His eyes cut to mine, dark and furious as he shook out a t-shirt but avoide
d pulling it over his head, as if it would have the same effect as him turn
ing his back on me would.  What do you want? he demanded.
I crossed my arms, leaned my shoulder against the lockers, effectively clos
ing his with it, preventing him from reaching into it again. Escaping. He n
oticed it and his frown deepened.  What do I want? I repeated, and then su
ddenly grew passive, serious. Just not pleading. The last time we d met lik
e this all I could do was beg. I wasn t going to give him that again.  I wa
nt to know why you had him picking you up from school when he doesn t have
a fucking clue, does he? Why would you do that to him?
Jame looked uncomfortable. More than a little offended, and even more defe
nsive.  Don t you fucking dare. If you d just stayed away...
 He didn t want me to stay away, I cut him off, and noticed the way his e
yes narrowed in response.  And you knew that, I added carefully.  Didn t
you?
Jame turned towards me, shoulders growing stiff.  He doesn t know you.
 You don t know me, I corrected.  And turns out, you re so fucking self-ab
sorbed that you can t even figure out when you re hurting him. So tell me s
omething, fuck-head. Do you actually give a damn about Milo, or do you just
think getting close to him makes you normal? There s a reason why people d
on t like you, Jame. And know what? I think if I ve ever said that before..
. I didn t really mean it until now. Did it ever fucking occur to you that
starting shit with me would hurt him?
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