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know what Perry? I’m tired of dividing up my time between everyone and I’m tired of you making me feel bad for having a boyfriend.’
    There, I’ve said it. I’ve got it off my chest. I huff and wait for Perry’s response to that. There’s just a click and a dial tone. He’s hung up on me.
    I go back upstairs and slip into my room, closing the door behind me. I set the drinks on my desk. Brian is sitting on my bed, reading something. He is so engrossed in the material that he doesn’t look up when I enter the room. It takes me a minute before I realise what he’s reading. In a panic, I rip the papers from his grasp. Brian is just looking up at me and he seems a little shocked.
    ‘Tell me that’s fiction,’ he says.
    ‘You shouldn’t have read this.’ My heartis pounding hard in my chest. This is bad. Real bad.
    ‘Dawn – tell me that Perry writes fiction.’
    I toss the manuscript onto my desk. I am trying to think up a lie, one that would save Perry from embarrassment and at the same time not destroy my relationship with Brian. But all that goes through my mind is how screwed Perry will be if Brian goes back to school with this information and how I stand to lose Brian and my new friends.
    ‘All these years in gym class, the changing rooms, the shower…’ Brian looks away. He’s thinking. ‘The Christmas dance…’ He looks up at me with a twisted look of disgust. ‘I never thought I could be as freaked out as I am right now.’
    ‘Perry’s a good guy.’ I know I should say more, but the words don’t come.
    ‘He’s a fag!’ Brian blurts out.
    ‘He’s my friend.’ I haven’t been the modelfriend to Perry lately, but he’s still my friend and I want to defend him.
    ‘You knew about all this?’
    Well yeah, I’ve known for about forever. I can see that Brian is just as mad at me as he is with Perry. Then just as I think he is beginning to calm down, he dodges around me and grabs the manuscript off my desk again, turning his back to me as I try to get it back. He is flipping through the pages.
    ‘That’s not yours to read!’ I yell at him.
    ‘It is when it has my name in it.’
    ‘Brian, stop!’ It’s not easy for a skinny little twig of a girl to compete with the broad back of a well-built athlete. ‘Stop it!’
    I must have started shouting because the next thing I know, Mom flings the door open. We both stop and swing our heads to look at her. Her presence diffuses the moment. Resigned, Brian tosses the manuscript over to my bed and leaves. My mom steps to theside and allows him to pass, and then looks at me.
    ‘I thought you were in trouble,’ she says.
    ‘I am. But not the kind you’re thinking about.’
    I’m looking at the manuscript now. Brian couldn’t have read much, but there was enough in those few pages to condemn Perry to a living hell. If Brian speaks to Gary about this, then Perry’s little secret will be all over the school by morning.

    Now that it’s morning, I try to call Perry before he gets on the bus. I’m thinking that we can skip the bus and walk to school together. Or better yet, play hooky. My stomach is twisting in knots. I’m just dreading the sound of the bus horn.
    The walk down to the kerb to where the bus is waiting makes me feel as though I am walking into an execution chamber. A littlevomit creeps up my throat that I instantly force back down.
    When I board the bus, I see Perry sitting in our usual seat, smiling at me and moving his bag to the side to make room for me. For a minute I want to sigh in relief that he isn’t mad any more. But he doesn’t know about the violation of his privacy yet. In less than 10 minutes, we will be stopping at Brian’s house.
    ‘I was going to ask what you thought about my manuscript, but you look as sick as a dog,’ Perry says. ‘I take it you had a busy night?’
    I know that he is referring to me going all the way with Brian – which I didn’t – but I really did wish he was right and that is