I'm Not Gay, I Swear! | McPriceley

Chapter Twenty-Two

At this point, all of them were dashing down the sidewalk. They were lucky that Arnold had just gotten a car of his own for his birthday, besides the fact that he couldn't even drive. Naba, though, took the wheel, (even though none of them were sure she had a driver's license, but they didn't bother asking) with Kevin in the passenger's seat, while everyone else managed to squeeze themselves into the back. Without any warning, she hit the gas, causing everyone to lurch forward as she sped down the road, aiming for the McKinleys' house.

Naba's driving was pretty insane. At this point, they were pretty sure she in fact did not have a driver's license. But she was too scary to try and even explain that you were not supposed to cross the solid yellow line. Or that red lights were meant for stopping. Or that the car wasn't exactly immune to hitting trash cans.

In the end, they all ended up making it to the McKinleys' house, everyone jumping out of the vehicle immediately. But the door was locked, and their car was still there. Steve quickly pulled out his phone to call their emergency number they had given him.

"Steve? What is it?" Mrs. McKinley's voice asked over the line.

"Where are you guys? Is Connor okay?"

"We're in the ambulance right now, heading up to the LDS Hospital. As for Connor..." she hesitated a moment. "We're not really sure. We just have to hope for the best."

Steve nodded, before realizing she couldn't see that through the phone. "Okay. Well, we're going to head up right now. Everyone get back in the car," he told the others, who immediately followed his orders.

Steve handed the phone over to Chris-- telling Mrs. McKinley that he was beforehand-- as he started to tell Naba the directions to the hospital.

"Who all is with you?" she asked Chris after a few moments.

"Well, uh, there's Naba, and Arnold, Steve, James, and Kevin-"

"Kevin? You mean the guy who did this to my Connor?" Mrs. McKinley hissed.

"Kevin didn't do anything," Chris defended. "I'm pretty sure that that was all you."

"What do you mean it was all me?" She sounded offended.

"I mean, that if maybe you were more accepting of Connor instead of constantly trying to 'fix' him, he probably wouldn't be in this situation. All he needed was some family members to actually be there for him-"

"We were there for him. It wasn't our fault that he turned out like this. You can't just blame us for having morals."

"I'm blaming you for being sucky parents."

The phone was silent for a few moments. "Chris, was it? Well, I'd like to have a talk with you at the hospital."

"Gladly," Chris sneered, before hanging up the phone and handing it back to Steve.

"What happened?" James asked him.

"I told her off for being a dick to Connor and she got all pissed. So we're going to 'have a talk' back at the hospital."

"Really? Connor is... and she wants to have a talk?"

"She tried blaming Kevin for what happened," Chris explained quietly. "I'm not going to let him take the blame, not after all that he's been through the past few weeks."

James nodded. "Hey, are you going to be okay? At the hospital I mean, considering..."

Chris sighed. "I don't know. I really don't want to relive that, especially with my best friend."

"I'm sure everything will go alright," James said, taking Chris' hand in his. "Connor's going to be okay."

"But what if he's not?" Chris said, looking up at his boyfriend. "What if the same thing that happened with my sister happens again? I-I don't think that I can go through that all over again."