How To Be Straight

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CHAPTER 6

     [ Derek ]

Calvin had always been a bad liar.

Even back in elementary school, I would sneak out of my house and ride my bike to his place just to hang out and talk about girls that were never going to like us back. My parents caught onto my scheme a few times, but they didn't actually have evidence. So instead of confronting me about it, they decided to ask Calvin instead. He had wanted to lie for me, but he sucked terribly at it, that my parents ended up grounded me for a month.

He had a tell-tale sign. He would advert his gaze and glance to the right, sticking his hands into his pockets and chewing thoughtfully on his bottom lip. It was always the same every single time. I had thought about telling him, but I didn't want him to be conscious of the fact that I always knew when he was lying.

And right now, Calvin's hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his eyes were avidly staring down the locker to the right of us, and he bit down on his lip in deep thought. "Nothing," he responded in an unconvincing, shaky voice.

I raised a brow. "Seriously, man. What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing!" he cried out.

I stared at him for a ridiculously long time. "You're being more fidgety than normal."

He snapped his clear eyes to mine. "Me? Fidgety? I'm not fidgety. I'm just looking for Nicolas."

I swung my backpack over my shoulder and gave him a questioning look. "Why?"

Calvin seemed surprised by my question and it took him quite a while to form a coherent sentence. "Well, um, well ... He said we could spend free period together."

I titled my head to the side. "Why?"

A frown creased his forehead. "Because, we want to hang out."

"Why?"

His mouth fell open as he struggled to find a response. When he realized he didn't know how to answer the question, he shut his eyes and shook his head. "Derek, stop with the questions. I'm spending free period with Nicolas, end of story."

I didn't understand why Calvin was getting so involved with the French foreign exchange student. He didn't even know him. He was only head over heels just because he had an accent and came from a different country. "We were supposed to spend free period together," I reminded him.

Calvin forced a smile. "Well, not anymore."

Just yesterday, he was dying to play video games together and now he wanted to ditch me. "Seriously, Calvin," I said in a stern voice as I grasped onto his arm, forcing him to look at me. "You can't be straight if you're always hanging out with other boys."

His eyes narrowed into two thin slits as he shook himself free. "And what are you? A girl?"

"You know what I meant," I said with an eye roll, "we're friends."

"No, we're not!" Calvin's clear blue eyes flared with rage and he bared his teeth at me in a animal-like manner.

I had never seen Calvin so angry before. He was usually a soft spoken person, not willing to say much unless it was absolutely necessary. That was probably why we drifted apart in the first place. He never had the guts to speak up about it.

"Calvin," I said his name slowly and carefully, hoping to calm him down. "What's going on with you?"

He blinked at me, like he had just realized how he must have sounded. He ran an anxious hand through his unkept black hair and assessed his surroundings, making sure no one could overhear our conversation, and leaned forward. "What did you do at that party last night?"