Page 112 of Two Guys One Puck
He doesn’t even acknowledge what I said. “Is that what it is always like here?”
“Pretty much, yes. But not me?—”
Ktytor’s upper lip curls in anger, but I’m not sure why.
“What?”I half drag him into the alley.
“Nothing.” He tries to step around me.
I block his exit and back him into the wall. “Don’t fucking tell me nothing. It’s not nothing.”
“I don’t want to know.” His voice is cold.
“Don’t act like that.” I try to look him in the eyes, but he won’t look at me.
“I’m not acting like anything. I’m leaving.” He shoves my chest.
“Why are you here, Ktytor?”
“Does it fucking matter? I shouldn’t have come.”
“If I had known you were getting into town, I’d be with you!”
“I tried to tell you on the phone. But you were busy, I see.” He’s not hearing me.
I grab both his shoulders. “That’s not true at all. I want to be with you whenever we can.”
“And when we can’t, you’re fucking anyone else with a pulse?”
“No, I haven’t…” How do I even explain this to him? We hadn’t even talked about being in a relationship or anything, and I’ve never fucking done this. Will I sound like an idiot for not hooking up with other people? Maybe he already thinks I’m pathetic.“I haven’t been with anyone else.” I haven’t been able to even think of anyone else when he exists.
“I know what this was. I get it now.” He shoves me again.
I stagger back a step but then get in his face. “What the fuck is this? Maybe you can explain it to me if you know so well?”
“You’re not into men, and eventually, you’re going to get this out of your system and then go back to that which you prefer. I’m stupid for thinking it was anything else.” He knocks into me harder this time.
“You weren’t into men in the beginning either. This is new for both of us.”
“I’m not trying to deny what this is.” His eyes are dead. Uncaring.
I hate it.
“What is it?” I ask, needing him to hear me.
“Who the fuck knows? But I was stupid for thinking it was anything.”
I grab his shirt, spinning around to hit him into the wall so he has nowhere else to go. “That’s not how I am.”
“You still refuse to even call yourself bisexual. You didn’t even want to tell your aunt or your father.”
“Fuck you. You told me not to. Was that a fucking test?”
“Is not a test. Is who you are.”
“You’re not telling your family, either.”
“Because I don’t want to die when I go back to my country. Pardon me.”
