Sex and the Treaty

Not again.

Stacy's perspective:

What is the best reaction to give a person who's told you something, maybe even a situation which you never played in the possible outcomes of your head? 

I blinked twice, then thrice while I stared at him in complete immobility. So was this the biggest fear Davis ever had, his sexuality? I conjectured that maybe even Davis lost his first love and was left on an inhabitable planet, all ruined. But there was this whole new story here which was impenetrable for the fancy amusement. 

He laughed studying my blank face. Sure it looked like a funny joke scripted on a spotless background, but inside my heart, it seemed like a hundred drums began beating at once. 

"What silenced the ever prattling Stacy Anderson?" He asked looking away. 

"Um.. Your courage?" I accepted. 

He laughed shaking his head. 

"Now I get how you're making two of my best friends follow you around like puppies." Davis smirked.

I shook my head. "I don't know what else to say Davis." I shrugged.

"You don't have to say anything. Maybe just lend an ear?" He asked looking at me for a second before retreating his gaze. 

"Sure." I nodded gulping again. That's the best I could do to a person clearly unknown to me, accepting the fact that he is gay and I don't have a proper response.

"Are you familiar with Jesse Roberts? Our grade, your senior who always keeps to himself and is the potential victim of our ragging?" Davis asked as guilt approached him.

"Was he the one?" I questioned.

"Yes. I used to love pranking him, to fuck his shit out. But everytime we did some annoying stuff, he used to just smile at me and would take off saying nothing. Guys called it being dumb but I knew he wasn't that dumb." Davis nodded. 

"Then you both talked?" I asked.

"At a party. Then he told me that he had feelings for me since many days. We shared a moment and then I knew this was all I ever wanted. Girls never attracted me and neither did I find a girlfriend. I started to go out with Jesse, secretly." Davis sighed. 

"What happened then?" I asked frowning my eyes. 

"Sure enough the matter popped up saying I was hiding something. I never could accept I'm gay to so many people at once. But my guys didn't understand that. They reasoned it as me showing a soft corner to our victims. So I had to change their mind set for my self respect." 

"No Davis, you didn't." I scowled looking at him.

He laughed again, "Yes. I pranked him royally and he obviously felt like shit. He told me I was a coward, which I agree and then he just took off after breaking everything we had. I never wanted that. Next thing I know he is bi and he's going out with some other girl, sucking her lips and eating her face. Sick bastard." Davis ended.

"And I thought you were so much more simpler." I sighed looking at him.

For a moment, I felt the need to hug him, give him some comfort. But its Davis. He's strong enough to stand up so confident, I assume he was strong enough to cope himself up. He nodded looking at his empty glass and I just looked at him. No thoughts of describing him were stringing in my head. I was wordless for once. 

"Impressive story." We heard a voice. 

Both of us flipped back to see a guy in dark blue shirt and a red bow around his neck. He leaned on the bar table with his nicely combed hair on his head. Seeing his outfit, I knew he was gay too.