Page 79 of Explosive Prejudice

And as it seemed, so did I.

Diesel

“Did you visit Iván yesterday?”

Dropping the boxes I was carrying and wiping beads of sweat from my forehead, I groaned from the suffocating heat.

“Yeah, I did,” I said, turning to look at Shay-Lee, who was slumped on a pile of cardboard, fanning himself with a folded newspaper. This time, our task was to clean a part of the school’s basement from old junk left by the drama club. Because it held one of the school’s boilers, it was sweltering down there.

I groaned as a drop of sweat slid down my neck underneath my soaked shirt. “Shit, it’s hot.” I glanced at Shay-Lee, looking like a princess as he fanned himself. “Are you going to help or not?”

“Nah, I hate sweating, and I’m lazy,” he huffed.

I rolled my eyes before I slumped my ass beside him and shoved his shoulder. He lost his balance for a quick second, and I took advantage of it to steal his DIY fan.

“Hey, that’s mine,” he whined, trying unsuccessfully to get it back.

“Be quiet.”

“You’re a pig.”

“Fuck off.” I side-eyed him. A moment later, we both snorted a laugh, and I began fanning both of us.

Our arguments were becoming ridiculous. Since the night at Kai’s place two weeks ago, we’d somehow become friends, and I say it with caution since calling us friends was a stretch. Mostly because I wanted to shove my cock down his throat way too much for someone I considered a friend and, well… because of our history.

The only times we hung out were those few hours after school we had to stick around and clean. Since we were forced to be here, no one suspected a thing.

Not that there’s anything to suspect.

“So, how’s Iván doing?” he asked, cutting into my thoughts.

Being stuck in detention for a month, we used the extra time to continue our questioning game as we did back at the club. Too bad we weren’t back there because my dick wanted him, especially at the moment when he was all flushed and sweaty.

“He’s good. Excited about his parole.” I’d told Shay-Lee about Iván last Monday when we were cleaning the pool. I also mentioned that I visited him every week.

Shay-Lee smiled. “That’s nice. Is he hot?”

“He’s straight,” I said way too quickly.

He gave me a raised eyebrow, a deviant smile pulled on his lips. “Didn’t stop you, did it?”

Standing, I walked to the boxes I had left on the floor and picked them up. “You’re impossible.”

“Why are you avoiding the question?”

“’Cause it’s a stupid question.”

“How so? If your brother’s nearly as hot as you, I might give him a shot once he’s out.”

My eyes snapped to his because was he being serious right now? Hell would freeze over before I set him up with Iván. The second the devious grin pulled on his face, I flipped him off.

He laughed, jumped to his feet, picked up some trash, and threw it into the garbage bag he’d dropped earlier.

“I do have a question, though.”

“If it’s about my brother’s dick, you better keep quiet.”

He twisted his lips, and his eyes glinted with mischief. “I guess I have two questions, then.”

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