A Very Gay Highschool Story

Questioning

Looking back at the previous chapter, I noticed that I forgot to write Steve's POV.... I'm sorry.

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Bruce

On Tuesday, Thor seemed nervous around me, like he did something wrong. Whenever I tried to talk to him, he walked away, face red. I was confused, but I let it slide. He may still be processing everything that happened, everybody processes things at different times.

"Do you know why Thor has been avoiding you all day?" Loki asked while they were at lunch. My face heated, thinking about what happened while they were away.

"You do!" Val said, rather excitedly. "What did you two do?"

"Uhm, well, you see.. I've got to get to class." I tried, standing up.

"Sit back down, lunch has barely started." Val stated through her teeth, but her face didn't match her tone.

"He may have, kinda sorta, gave me some hickeys?" I stated as a question.

"I don't see anything." Wanda said, inspecting my neck. My face got redder.

"I never said they were on my face." I say quietly, looking down to my lap, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

"Did you go all the way?" Val asked, still sounding excited.

"No, I wasn't ready." I said, starting to eat my lunch. "He was very respectful of my decision."

"That's nice of him." Loki commented. "Hela is talking to him by the way. So you may see him soon." 

Hopefully. The rest of lunch was fine, and so was the rest of the day. I was fully prepared to go straight home and do homework or something, but then I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I opened my phone, and saw that it was a tex from Thor.

Thor: Hey, sorry I was acting strange today. You can come over if you want.

Before I give him an answer, I'd have ask my mom.

Me: Hey, could I go to the Odinson's tonight? It may be for dinner, I'm not really sure.

Mom: Could you not tonight, I want you to come straight home. Do not stop unless it's absolutely necessary. There is something that I need to tell you.

That was weird. I go back to Thor's contact name to break it to him that I couldn't come over.

Me: sorry, there is something that my mom wants to tell me in person, and she seemed very weird about it.

Thor: Maybe another time then?

Me: maybe, yeah.

I put my phone back in my pocket and headed home. I only stopped at stop lights and stop signs on my way. When I entered, mom was surprisingly home, early. She looked panicked, but relieved that I was home. She gave me one of those tight, don't-ever-get-lost-in-the-store-again hugs. 

"Mom?" I asked, confused. "What's going on?" 

"It's your dad." She answered. "Your real dad."

"Real da- isn't dad my real dad?" I asked.

"No." She answered. "You were young, repressed the memories. I left him, moved us, and got remarried. I thought that I lost him, I thought he didn't know where we were. I received a letter at work. Said he didn't know where we lived, but he was close. I left early, and snuck out. Took the long way home. We're moving closer to the airport."

Thor

I wondered what Bruce's mother needed to tell him. I texted him about it, telling him that he didn't have to tell me if he didn't want to, and I got no response from him. It concerned me, but it wasn't my place.

It kept me up, waiting for a response from him, but it never came. I had to eventually fall asleep. The next morning, I got dressed and went to school. Today, it was Bruce's turn to avoid me. I kinda deserved it, but I didn't understand why he was avoiding me. I avoided him yesterday do to processing, but the reason why he was avoiding me was unclear.

I tried to ask, but he just walked away. I felt guilty, I know I shouldn't, but I do. I feel like it is my fault. It's not my fault, but it somehow is. Stop feeling guilty. It's not my fault. I need to talk with Hela when we get home, she is more in touch with her feelings than I am.

"Hela, can I ask you a question?" I ask her. "A feelings question?"

"Shoot." She said, setting down her phone, giving me her full attention. "What's going on?"

"Is it normal for feeling guilty for something that you didn't do?" I ask.

"Kind of." She answered. "People sometimes force guilt on people, is someone forcing guilt on you? Is it Bruce?"

"No, no one is forcing guilt on me, Bruce isn't forcing guilt on me." I defended. "I think I am forcing the guilt on myself."

"Are you comfortable explaining the situation to me?" She asked, sounding very concerned.

"You know why I was avoiding Bruce yesterday. At the end of the day, I invited him over, but he said that his mother needed to talk with him. Today, whatever she was talking to him about really seemed to really affect him. He avoided me." I explained, really confused adnd scared. 

She brings my head into her shoulder, holding me in a hug. I wasn't crying or anything, but she knew. She knew I needed the hug. 

"I don't know how to help you other than to suggest that you talk with Bruce." She tells me. "That seems like the best solution."

I nod and we pull away. I leave her room, and get my phone out to text Bruce. 

Me: I don't know if you want to talk to me or not, but can we talk tomorrow, in person?

I had gotten no response. Not for an hour, then I felt my phone buzz.

Bruce: Lunch. I have a lot of explaining to do.