Miles
I sat at the lighthouse with Arson and Eliza again. Last night's game had once again been a shitshow. This was the second loss in a row. I couldn't remember the last time we were on this bad of a losing streak. The last two games the new had ignored me for half the game. Coach had begun to be getting angry with me, as if it was my fault the team fucking sucked. Luckily, now that I was practicing again and had had a few practices already I could play next game. I figured that would actually make it worse because the team was probably going to try and sabotage me. Even though I would have assumed the team would want to win regardless of me being pansexual. They were stupid. Their hate had also started to spread so now I had other players and coaches on the opposing teams come up to be and slur at me. I thought that that would have felt weirder than it was but opposing players often slurred at people on the field regardless so nothing new. I guess this time it was more personal. The words were fine, but some of the actions people did just weirded me out. Every time I was just minding my business as a coach player would come over and do the weirdest hand gestures. How was I the one getting bullied when they were out here making a fool of themselves. Now that I was practicing with them again it was really annoying have to change in the bathroom. Arson kept insisting I go into the locker room because the boys were irrelevant, but it seemed a little too much for me. The locker room was already too much before I was out.
I looked over at Arson who was talking about Talia. He was showing Eliza some of the photos of her. They had been texting more frequently lately and we had convinced Arson to ask her out on a date. He had just sent a message. Lately my crush on Arson had been fading. I couldn't come up with the reason, no matter how hard I tried. Maybe it was everything that went down with getting shot, maybe it was the fact that now that I knew he knew I was into guys, the secret being gone, I no longer felt the same rush. Or maybe I had become to invested in Li. But I didn't have a crush on him. Or maybe I did. I couldn't tell since I didn't have to pine as I was in his bed almost every other day.
"You just got a notification. I think it was her." Eliza said handing back the phone. Arson's hand started shaking as he grabbed the phone. The phone ended up on the ground in front of the lighthouse. He had dropped it before looking at the message. He looked at both Eliza and I with wide eyes.
"What did she say?" Arson said, frozen.
"I didn't read it. It felt intrusive." Eliza muttered back. Since Arson wasn't moving, I decided I would go get the fallen phone. That is if it wasn't all cracked and dead. The ground in front of us was sand, so there was some hope. I quickly jogged down the steps and once on the ground scooped up the phone. I clicked it on to see if it was working, surprisingly enough there were no cracks and the phone seemed fine. I guess the sand had broken the fall. The lighthouse wasn't that high, but 30 feet was still enough height that you would think it would break. Since I was already on the phone, I decided to read the text as I headed up. I unlocked his phone.
Talia <3: I would love to!! What time?
I heard Arson yelling at me as I slowly walked up the steps. I finally reached the top and Arson harshly grabbed the phone from my hands. Eliza just looked between the two of us.
"So?" Eliza said, waiting for someone to fill her in.
"She said she wants to. What time should I set the time?" Arson asked and looked at Eliza, paying no attention to me. Rude.
"You said a coffee date, right? Umm, eleven thirty?" She said with question.
"Okay." Arson replied. The date was next Saturday.
The rest of the afternoon we had chilled on the lighthouse for a bit and then walked over to the clearest patch of beach near the lighthouse. It was now too cold to swim, but the sun still created a layer of sweat as we stared at the waves. The cold breeze occasionally swept over us, which led to forgetting the hot sun temporarily. Eliza was now finally at a good mix of hanging with her group and us. Which was good. I felt bad that I had been the reason she had tension with her group. I mean it wasn't actually my fault, but I still played a part.
