“Are you fucking my brother?”
The air in the room stills as everyone turns their head to look at me.
When I don’t answer, he raises his voice, though it’s still scarily quiet for someone so pissed, “I said, are you fucking my brother?”
For a second, I’m angry as fuck at him. He has no right to out me like this in front of everyone just because he’s not happy about me dating Nate He should have come to me privately if he had a problem with it. But when I let myself calm down, I realise, I’m not embarrassed for people to know I’m gay, not anymore. And I’m definitely not embarrassed of Nate.
“It’s not like that,” I say. I would stand up, but he’d probably take that as me squaring up for a fight, and as wrong as he is right now, Nate is still his brother and I get it, he’s being protective. He has no idea what I’m thinking or why I’m sleeping with Nate.
“Are you fucking him or not?”
That’s it, protective or not, I won’t take him talking about Nate like this. I stand up and shove him, just enough to make him step back, but not enough to send him on his ass. I hope it reminds him that Icouldput him on his ass if I wanted to.
“Don’t talk about your brother like that.”
A wild laugh escapes him.
“Are you fucking kidding me, he’smybrother, and you’ve been going behind my back inmyhouse, lying to your team captain… how would you feel if I was fucking your sister?”
I grit my teeth. “My sister’s thirteen.”
The guys in the room have started mumbling to each other and at the mention of a thirteen-year old sister, Petroski steps up and puts a hand on both our shoulders.
“Let’s take a breath,” he says.
Coach’s footsteps on the tiles forces us to stiffen and everyone tries to look natural.
“What’s going on here?”
“Nothing Coach,” Petroski says.
“Just a little disagreement.” Jones agrees.
“Both of you, in my office now.”
As we follow Coach out of the room, I hear the murmurs and chattering of the guys behind me.Is Engels gay? Since when? Who is Jones’ brother? The small one with the curly hair?
Coach makes us sit down in front of his desk and tell him what’s going on. We know neither of us is getting out of here until he knows everything, so we spill.
“Engels is having an inappropriate relationship with my brother Coach.”
“Why is it inappropriate?”
“Because he’s my brother…”
“Alright!” Coach holds his hand up and we immediately stop talking.
“Jesse, your boyfriend is Jones’ brother?”
I nod.
“You knew about this Coach?”
Coach gives Jones a warning look and he shrinks a little from it.
“Not who it was, no, because who Engels dates – as long as they’re a consenting adult – is none of any of our business.”
“But it’s mybrother.”