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trailing along the edge of his boxers. Even though he knew it was all false, and wrong, he was a little turned on himself.
    “One little pull,” Micah murmured, “and it all comes away. And what have we here?”
    Will gasped as Micah’s hand found its rock solid evidence through the towel. He even closed his eyes in anticipation, but they flew open again when Micah’s hand drifted back up to his waist.
    “It’s just so disappointing, you know?” Micah said. “The one person who really singled me out for abuse happens to be doing it so no one will guess that he’s gay himself and is desperate that no one will ever find out, that it won’t ever be suspected of him. I mean, it’s such a fucking cliché. I would rather have you just be some irrelevant bigot, than someone to feel sorry for.”
    And before Will knew what he was doing, Micah undid the knot of Will’s towel, and it fell away.
    “Oh,” Micah said sadly. “Well, that’s even more disappointing.”
    He didn’t even see the punch that followed. But he felt it before he hit the floor and didn’t feel anything else from there on.

Chapter 3
     
     
    HIS SURROUNDINGS had changed when he opened his eyes again. Micah instantly panicked, as the first thing he remembered was being practically naked when he was last conscious. But when he looked down at himself, lying prone in the school’s medical room, he was dressed in his footy gear, the now-dried mud flaking off and staining the white sheets. He was still barefoot, however. Who the hell had dressed him?
    Joanne and Rick stared down at him with worried expressions on their faces. As Micah shifted his head, which was pounding mercilessly, he could see Alex sitting across the room with Declan Tyler; both looked just as concerned.
    “Aunty Em,” Micah croaked. “I’ve had the strangest dream!”
    He could see Declan shake his head with exasperation. Alex grinned. His parents’ features, however, were in no way relaxed.
    “Are you in pain?” Joanne asked.
    “My head does hurt a little.”
    “You’re covered in blood, and your right eye is swollen,” Alex said matter-of-factly.
    “That must be why the room is so blurry.”
    “Did you do it?” his father asked.
    “What?”
    “Rick, this isn’t the time—” Joanne said.
    “They’re threatening to expel him!”
    “Expel me?” Micah asked. Then he settled down farther into the pillow. “If they have to, I guess, they have to.”
    “That’s your response?” Rick demanded. “That kid is saying you came onto him! Did you?”
    “Dad, do you really think I would do that again?” Micah knew he was fudging the truth a little, but it wasn’t like he really wanted to seduce Will. He just wanted to hurt him. Okay, maybe it wasn’t healthy, but it sure wasn’t the same situation that had made him move schools the time before.
    “Then what happened?”
    “We had a minor disagreement.”
    “Obviously,” Rick scoffed.
    “Maybe I should get going,” Declan said.
    “Thanks for coming in,” Micah said, touched that Dec was going to that much trouble for him. Then he remembered the conversation with Emma the day before about how he was always eating up Dec’s time. And breaking his heart because he was always stuffing up. She would have a field day when she found out about this latest saga.
    “Don’t worry, we’re going to have words.” But Declan smiled, possibly to placate him.
    Micah didn’t feel too reassured.
    His parents walked him out, and as soon as they were out of earshot, Micah waved Alex over. “Details! Now!”
    “Are you okay?” Alex asked.
    “No time! Tell me!”
    Alex looked towards the door, expecting his parents to come in any second. “Long story short? The coach came in to find you on the floor and Will standing over you.”
    “Um, was I dressed like this?” Micah asked.
    Alex looked at him suspiciously. “I guess so. Why?”
    “No reason.”
    “Oh, Micah, you did come on to him!”
    That sentence sounded