counselor, but she looked terrified.
âBoys, I need to ask you to lower your voices,â she managed, pushing her hair back behind her ears.
âThis schoolâs full of homophobic idiots,â snarled Noah, ignoring the counselor. âItâs amazing that it took this long for the redneck jocks to start attacking people.â
âRedneck jocks?â I laughed, and Hawken stood up. The blue-haired boyâs eyes grew wide. Hawken didnât even lookat him. Instead, he said quietly to the counselor, âThis groupâs not helpful. Youâre letting that kid spread rumors.â And then he picked up his backpack and walked out.
I followed him. As the door closed, I heard the counselor pleading, âOkay, okay, I need to ask everyone to just take a deep breath and refocus.â
We walked down the hallway in silence for a few yards. âI knew this was going to happen,â Hawken said eventually. âI knew kids were going to start saying Mark had it out for Aaron.â
âYeah, I sort of figured people would draw that conclusion, too.â
âThe thing is, it matters. If the story becomes that Mark punched Aaron on purpose, he could be in even more trouble. Iâm not defending what he did, but he didnât even know who he was hitting.â
âItâll be okay, dude.â I didnât know what else to say.
âHe doesnât hate gay people.â
I didnât say anything.
âHe talks to my brother when heâs home.â
I talk to his brother when heâs home. I had no idea that he was gay until Hawken told me.
âMarkâs dad made him call Aaronâs mom, you know. Apologize and all.â
âWhoa. How did that go?â
âHe said it was terrible. She let him have it. He wonât tell anyone thisâheâs never going to let down his tough-guyimageâbut he does feel bad about what happened. He didnât mean to get that drunk. He cried when he apologized to me. He couldnât stop. He was curled on my bed with his face in his hands. It was awful.â
âMark?â
âYeah, Mark. Everyone thinks they have him pegged. That guy back there in the conference room? The kid with blue hair? Mark and I changed his tire in the parking lot last year because he didnât know how to do it. Itâs screwed up.â
Later on, Mark was walking down the hall a few yards ahead of me. Kids looked up, saw him coming, and got out of his way in a hurry. I donât think he even noticed.
Theresa and I hung out after school that day. She lives down the road from a general store that sells milk, bread, and beer to locals, and it sells postcards, maple syrup, and moose miscellanea to tourists. We walk down there when we have nothing else to do. I picked a big chunk of ice and snow from the snowbank on the roadside and threw it way up in the air. It thudded on the pavement but didnât break, so we kicked it down the road for a few yards. Theresa picked up another chunk of snow and tossed it way into the air, and this one explodedâ poof! We stood over the aftermath. âLook at those lines shooting away from the center,â she said, and she took a photo. âLike a white-hot starburst.â
âIn cold black space,â I said. âItâs freezing out here.â
Theresa bought a hot chocolate. I got a small black coffee.Iâd just started drinking coffee, to my parentsâ chagrin. When I put the cup on the counter, Theresa grabbed a pack of gum from the candy rack. âYou have to start chewing gum if youâre going to start drinking coffee,â she explained. âOtherwise, your breathâs going to smell like Mr. Nashâs, that substitute teacher.â I nodded. You donât argue with girls about that kind of thing. I dug in my pocket for a few crumpled dollars, but Theresa beat me to it.
âNo, let me get it!â I said, pushing money toward the