Locked Out of Spring Break (REWRITING)

Chapter 14: Thigh Gaps And Modest Spaces

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He hugs me back, tightly, "I'm sorry for making you feel that way and confusing you," he mumbles in my shoulder. 

"Just never call me a girl again," I remark, "Or else I'll kick your ass." 

"I apologize," he pulls back, placing a hand on my cheek, "I only did that because you were always so close to confronting me about it—"

"About what?" 

"About my feelings, Rico," he remarks, releasing me, "Then, my talent of being vicious and spiteful made me have the upper hand."

I tease, "You do have a great talent of being a douche." 

"For some strange reason, I seem to let myself go, when I'm with you."

I joke, "I hope you're not planning on letting this go." I place my hand on his chest. "Or we'll have some problems."

He chuckles, "Of course not. My family wouldn't allow it."

I rub his chest. "Great. Neither would I." 

He places his arms around my waist. "So, what are we now, Rico?" 

I shrug. "I don't know honestly." 

"Can we be real boyfriends?" he asks.

"I don't know," I reply, "After all, you kind of forced me into a fake relationship the first time."

"I only did that, because since I made your sexuality known to the whole school, it just unlocked doors to the open and closeted gays."

I snort, "As if anyone would want the music nerd." No one has ever asked me out before I was outed by Jake and no one asked me out after I was outed. 

"I beg to differ," Jake remarks, "I noticed you receiving more attention." 

"I was getting looks of disgust, gossip, all the above, if I recall."

"You were also receiving looks of admiration from potential gay guys," he adds, in anger, "Some even had the audacity to blatantly stare at your ass." 

I jerk my head around, peeking at my butt. "Really? From who?" 

His eyebrows arch in irritation. "I don't know their names," he groans. 

I stare at my butt some more. "I guess I do have a cute butt," I chuckle. 

"So, what's your answer?" 

"Answer to what?" I ask, staring at my butt still. 

Taking me by surprise, he smacks my butt hard. "Focus, Rico," he mutters.

I make a face at him, flipping him off. "That hurt, Jake." 

"Answer my question or I'll tease you about your thigh gap."

"What thigh gap?" I turn my attention between my legs. 

He laughs, "You haven't noticed your thigh gap?" 

"I don't have a thigh gap," I remark, placing a hand between my thighs self-consciously. As I examined myself a little while longer, I realize that I do in fact have a thigh gap. "I thought only girls have them," I think aloud, "I am a guy and guys don't have thigh gaps."

"Well, you do," Jake points out, chortling. 

"Is that why you called me a girl?" I question, angrily.

He shook his head, "No. I was just being an asshole." 

I try hard to make my thighs touch but am unsuccessful. "Why do I have one?" I complain, "I'm a guy." I continue trying to make them touch, probably looking like am complete imbecile. "I thought that it was a modest space for my genitalia," I mope, "Great, there's a legitimate reason for you to call me a girl now."