Nastaskankaphobia

So I never really thought I was gay or anything, but after kissing Mr. Fretters I'm not so sure about my own sexuality. I mean it would kind of make sense, I've never had much interest in the opposing gender, instead opting to hang out with guys exclusively, which I know doesn't automatically make a guy gay, but when the guys start talking about girls, I tune out. So yeah, gay. Probably, I mean I guess...plus Mr. Fretters is really hot. I think these thoughts as I lay out on the warm sand of the beach, sand clinging to my back as I stare at the pale blue sky,  squinting as the sun moved to blind me. I roll to my stomach and watch two college age boys bump a large beach ball, the wind catches and throws it my way. It decides to come to a rest in the dip of my back. One of the boys, the tanned blacked haired one, scoops it up and cradles it under one arm. "Sorry about that kid." He squints at me, "Shouldn't you be in school?" 

"Uh, it's a day off." I lie standing up, my shorts sagging. He shrugs and gestures to the ball, "Wanna play?" 

"Sure." I nod, following him, sweat glistens off the curve of his back. And all of a sudden, Bonertown. Just like that. This has never happened. Ever. I use to pride myself on being asexual, but I've been proven wrong twice today. He has a great butt, I note with an approving nod. 

I spend an hour and a half bumping the ball and laughing with the college kids. Afterwards we sit on a rocky craig, my head resting against the tan boy.

"I'm Ignatius." I say after a while, realizing I never told them.

"Troy." The blonde hair guy states, tracing a circle with his big toe. 

"Trace." The tan boy give me a smile and bumps my shoulder with his, "We need to head back." He says, "Need a ride?" I give a nod and let them lead me to a yellow jeep. I climb into the backseat and give them directions to my house, all the while chewing on a hangnail. I notice Troy's hand on Trace's knee and figure they are together. I feel better about my newfound sexuality and smile. 

"What grade are you in?" Trace asks, turning to look me in the eyes.

"Eleventh." I lie, I don't want to look like a little kid. 

"You look like you're about fifteen." Troy counters my lie, his tone accusing. 

"I'm smart for my age." I scramble to cover my lie. That ends it. And the conversation in general.  Troy turns on the radio to some British pop music station I've never even heard of. I like it though.

"Who is this?" I ask after a while of bobbing my head to the music.

"Marina and the Diamonds." Trace squeals, "Isn't she just fantastic?" 

"Yes!" I squeal back, starting to sing along. Trace joins me. "Primadonna girl, all I ever wanted was the world! I can't help that I need it all! The Primadonna lifeeeee!" We sing like this until Troy berates us. The we just giggle like idiots until we get to my driveway. 

"Hey, wanna hang out again tomorrow?" I nod with enthusiasm. I probably look like a bobble head. I don't care. I'm excited, I'm friends with college age kids!!