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Jace~ “Hey Jace, whatcha doin tonight?” Jordan’s voice called from his room across the hall. He dragged out the words in a slow, irritating manner.“Have date,” I shouted back, busily cramming my history book under the bed—wouldn’t need that again until the frantic rush of Monday morning. “Mmm,” I could hear my younger brother thumping something that sounded like a pen against his bedframe. “With Kinsey?” “Yes, with McKinsey.” I rolled my eyes. “We’re still dating.” He let out a snort. “What’s your problem with her?” I don’t know why I asked; I didn’t care. “I don’t have a problem with Kinsey.” Happily, he stopped dragging his words out. “Then why do you always fuss about her?” isvecbahis I jumped. He had silently moved from his room to my doorway. Seeing him there made me slightly claustrophobic; he was just so big, he dwarfed everything. At sixteen he was almost 6’5″; add broad shoulders and long arms and it felt like a giant was stalking its prey. I knew he was self-conscious about his height so I only brought it up when he was really aggravating me. Most people didn’t know he cared—the average person sees someone tall and assumes they are happy about it. Well, not when they’re sixteen and a foot taller than everyone else. He carried himself as if he didn’t care, but I knew he did. A couple isveçbahis giriş of his close friends knew, but for the most part he smiled and laughed at all the jokes; sometimes he even made them himself. “Why would you think I didn’t like Kinsey?” he frowned. I paused while looking for the pants I wanted. He was gay, but still, there was something weird about him when it came to McKinsey. The way he called her ‘Kinsey’, always running his fingers through her hair, Sometimes he would pull her onto his lap, and one time I swear he had a boner when she got up. “You need a boyfriend,” I glanced back. “And stop calling her Kinsey. I hate it when do you that.” Jordan grinned, he isveçbahis yeni giriş always thought it was funny when I was angry. “Does she hate it?” he whispered.I glared at him. “Get outta my room and stop acting straight,” I shouted. “I’m beginning to have serious doubts you’re gay.” “Oh, I’m gay,” he sighed, pushing himself off the door jam. “I am so gay.” “Jordan, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that,” I jogged across the hall. “I know you’re not hitting on McKinsey. I don’t know what got into me.” He sat on his bed, picking at a thumbnail. “I shouldn’t have said that. I just got claustrophobic and all… I mean… there was a giant in my room.” I hoped a feeble attempt at humor would bring him around. He smiled, “So weird, I was just across the hall and this little shrimp kept sayin’ I was hittin’ on his woman…” He stood up and his arms snaked around my back so fast I didn’t register it had happened.
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