(15) Strange looks

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Nolan POV
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Evan and I sprint into the changeroom, sharing glances before we grabbed our gym clothes and began changing. We each faced our own corner, giving each other the privacy needed in the shared fear that if we looked at each other we would end up fucking each other.
Out of nowhere, in the silence of the empty changeroom, Evan suddenly began laughing. He laughed so hard that he clutched his stomach. I glance at him, blushing at his lack of a shirt.
"What's so funny?" I ask with an eyebrow raised.
He takes a breath, trying to stop laughing and I pull my shirt on before turning to him and trying to keep my gaze from dropping to his bare chest.
He wheezes and straightens up.
"Jesus fucking Christ-" he sighs as he wipes his eyes. "It's just that... just last week we were just friends. And then you were helping me, and now you're making out with me in the damn bathroom at school. And to make it funnier, you were straight last year, and now-"

Evan pauses.

"Wait, what are you?"

I snort. "Jesus, I don't fucking know bro." Evan snickers and pulls a shirt on and we make our way out of the gym.

I pull him aside before we enter the gym.

"The hickeys," I whisper. A girl passing by gives us a weird look and I glare at her, letting his wrist go.

"Just say you got it at the party. I'll do the same. I'll get concealer from shoppers drug mart after class"

"Heather didn't have any?" I say.

He sighs. "I haven't had the chance to ask her yet you doof, I don't think she will though. Have you seen her?"

I nod, chuckling. "Fair enough"
Heather punches me in the shoulder as she passes by, wincing slightly, and I sneer at her.
"Thanks for the compliment, asshole." She spits.
"It wasn't even me!" I say.
"Whatever," she mutters as she walks away and Evan grabs her wrist.
"Do you have any concealer?" He asks.
She goes quiet and turns to him, an eyebrow raised as she smirks.
"Why?"
He blushes and glances around.
As he opens his mouth to say some she looks at our necks, then snorts and begins laughing.
"Oh my fucking god! You retard!" She laughs.
We give her a minute and I lean against the wall. Heather calms down, wiping a tear and straightening up which results in multiple cracks from her ribs.
"Ok. Ok..whoo~" she breaths. "I'm good. Anyways. I have concealer, but not in your color. Maybe in Nolan's, but for you Evan I'll try and get some from Jade's locker. Give me a few minutes." She says, then starts off down the hall to what I assume would be her locker.
I glance at Evan and he shrugs and walks into the gym.
As we sit in the group, listening to instructions, I can't help but feel as though I'm being stared at. Call it anxiety or nerves, but I couldn't help but bring my hand to my neck.
Evan seemed nervous as well, as his gaze was shifting around.
It seemed we were, in fact, being stared at.
"Nolan, Evan, is there an issue?" Ms.Berg speaks up from the front.
"Uh...n-no," I say.
She nods and the class starts up, Ms.Berg tossing dodgeballs around in which mids scattered for the chance at getting a ball. The game began, balls flying across the gym room hitting lids left and right.
"Yo dude. You got a mad hickey! Getting wild at the party eh?" Ashton teases as I dodge his ball. I blush.
"Yeah, let's go with that" I murmur, chucking the ball back at him and hitting him in the hip. Ashton groans and sits to the floor.
Evan grabs me suddenly and I'm pulled outside. Heather stood by the door, in her hand were two bottles of foundation. One was darker than the other and that was the one I was handed.
"Only use enough for-"
Evan and I give her a lost look. Neither of us knows shit about makeup.
She seems to get the hint and she groans, taking us around a corner and making us sot on a bench.
"Evan you are so lucky you're my friend."
"Hey, you admitted it-"
"Shut up' Heather demands as she dabs some light foundation onto his neck and shoving his head so it was on a tilt.
Images flash in my mind of Evan in the bathroom and I swallow thickly, staring on him as Heather covers the bruise.
Evan glances at me, winking with a smirk and I look away.
"Nolan. Neck to the side." The girl demands and I do as told, tilting my head and letting her do her work.
"Ok, see'ya losers." She says, capping the bottles and crutching off.
"Your neck looks great right about now," I say confidently as we stand.
"Jesus you vampire." He snorts and we make our way back to class, the sounds of Heather's crutches echoing down the hall.

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