A lot of the other guys on the team have already paired up with some of the girls there, and they flood the stands to start their very public declarations of affection. Making out in public isn’t my thing, but here they all are.
I catch sight of a girl I haven’t seen out here before, and something compels me to finally do it. I’m going to ask her out.
So, I steel myself up and head straight for her.
She sees me coming and sighs. Seems I’ve built something of a reputation. Despite the fact that I must look like a desperate idiot, I don’t let myself turn away this time.
“Hey,” I say to her as I approach. “I’m—”
But she doesn’t let me finish.
“Alex Trevellian,” she replies flatly. “I know. The boy with the tiny dick.”
Any displays of PDA stop abruptly as people break into laughter behind her. I force myself to laugh along even though I’d rather slink away to find a good place to die.
“Yeah, I guess Olive’s decided that’s me.”
The girl just fixes me with a disinterested look. “What? Do you not have a tiny dick?”
“No,” I reply truthfully. I don’t have a tiny dick, because I don’t have a dick at all. But rather than back down, she just glances once over her shoulder and egged on from the looks from the other couples on the bleachers, she turns back to me with a sneer.
“Really. Then how big is it?”
I glance around too. “This isn’t really a conversation I’d like to have in public,” I mutter. Or at all. This is … this is about the worst-case scenario I could have imagined just for asking a girl to a stupid dance.
“Why?” she asks, just as loudly as before. She’s clearly not just going to let this go. “Because you’re lying, and you do have a tiny dick?”
“Just seems kind of personal,” I reply.
“Let’s see it,” she demands.
I scoff, but I’m actually quite taken aback. “Forget it.” I turn to head back down the bleachers.
“Oh? Too chicken to show a girl your dick?” she shouts. My cheeks burn as people continue to laugh. “Show me and I’ll go to the dance with you, no matter how tiny it is!”
I keep walking away. They all keep laughing.
“He’s definitely got a tiny dick,” Beck shouts from the bleachers with his arm still wrapped around his new girlfriend. I don’t know her name either; in my head, I’ve been calling her Becky.
I whirl. “She’s just worried about it being tiny,” I snap, not knowing what the hell I’m saying, “because her hole is so cavernous she wouldn’t be able to feel it if it’s smaller than a baseball bat!”
More laughter, but I don’t know if it’s for what I said, and I don’t plan on sticking around to find out. I turn back and actually walk away this time while the girl’s angry shrieks added to the cacophony of humiliation.
I still don’t get out of there in time. Her shrill voice echoes out from the bleachers just before the door to the locker room slams shut behind me.
“Don’t believe me? Ask that roommate of his. I’d be willing to bet money he’s seen it. Pervert.”
Just perfect.
Seems I don’t even need The Brotherhood to make a fool out of me anymore. I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself.
When I sit down next to Ra
fael at dinner, he glances sideways at me and I immediately know that he heard about the bleacher exchange.
“I don’t know if you should be near me,” he says calmly.
“Why? You got mono?” I ask, stabbing a potato with my fork to keep myself from having to look at him. My face has started to get tomato red, I can feel it. “I’d welcome that at this point if it meant I could hide away for a little while.”