Chapter 2: Chapter 2
I pace the cottage’s living room in my briefs, attempting to distract my uncle’s boyfriend. My task eventually works.
“Is this the worst holiday for you, Timothy?” Sam asks, setting his book aside. He blinks a number of times.
I don’t slip into more clothes, always a troublemaker, and scratch my navel. Once. Twice. Three times. “Could be worse.”
“Your father’s a fine lawyer.”
“And wealthy. Money talks.”
He snickers. “It does.”
“It doesn’t mean I have to be baby-sat all summer long.”
He snickers again. “It’s a minor punishment for what you did, Timothy. You could have gone to jail.”
“Fuck what I did.” He’s drinking a Twisted Tea from a can. It’s peach flavored. I’m underage but help myself to it. Take a swig.
He doesn’t stop me, although I think he will. Instead, he tells me, “Have a seat. Tell me how you almost went to jail last month. The story’s a bit sketchy. Cliff’s only given me a few of the details. He doesn’t like to talk about you and your…situation.”
“First off, I wasn’t supposed to be there that night. The party that is. I was supposed to be on a date with Fox…Fox Hillterman. Uncle Cliff probably told you about the Hillterman family. Very prestigious. Loads of old money. Three houses. Fox’s grandfather wrote paperback mysteries back in the fifties under three different pseudonyms. They sold all over the world. Millions and millions of copies. Not as big as Agatha Christie, but big. You can still buy them in bookstores and on Amazon today.
“Anyway, Fox’s mother, Tilda, became sick in Nashville with the flu or something. So he had to fly down there and be with her. Our date was canceled. No biggie. Fox would come back for my bottom. He always did. He loved it. And I always gave it to him. We banged all the time when he was around. It was our thing.
“That’s why I went to the party. I knew Jessica Chagen was having it. Everyoneknew. Her parents were in Denver and she invited me a week before. So that’s why I ended up at her residence. There had to be one hundred people there. Maybe even two hundred. The Chagens have six acres next to the Onslaught Golf Club. A lot of the kids were spilling on to the golf course with their drinks, which was probably expected. Most of the kids were from high school. Some came from Jules College, which you already know is beside the Onslaught Golf Club.”
Sam takes a sip of his Twisted Tea. He doesn’t offer me a sip. I take a sip anyway. Pass it to him as he shakes his head. He sits it back on the end table to his right. “You are bad. Tell me more.”
“Wally Spindrift was at the party and—”
Sam snaps his fingers at me and lights up with an ear to ear smile. No wonder Uncle Cliff finds him attractive. He’s adorable when he does this. He abruptly cuts off my comment with, “The Jules College quarterback. Cliff told me about him. He looks like Chris Evans. He’s a senior this upcoming year. He’s a legend. He might even be up for the Heisman this year.”
“Yes. That’s him.” I roll my eyes. “The one and only. He was on my radar to get naked with. I mean, who doesn’t want to lick Wally’s chest, among other things? I wanted to get him out of his clothes and blow him. If I could get him alone and fuck him, I would. Dick-to-ass stuff. Either I would do him, or he would do me. I didn’t care what happened between us.”
“Did you know he was going to be at the party?”
I nod. “Of course. It was all over social media.”
“But he is straight. Right?”
“As a toothpick.”
“You didn’t stand a chance to get with him.”
“I knew that. Don’t think I didn’t. I’m not stupid.”
“How much did you have to drink at the party, Timothy?”
“Tim. Call me Tim. How many times do I have to tell you this?”
He ignores me. “Were you drunk at the party?”
I nod. “Who wasn’t drunk at the party?”
“How much did Wally have?”
“He doesn’t drink. He’s into Jesus and his Bible. The Lord prevents him from drinking.”
“Cliff mentioned that. Cliff told me that Wally and his family have forgiven you for what you’ve done. They’re devoted Christians. The Spindrift family loves you. Just as Jesus loves you. You’ve been forgiven.”
“Whatever,” I tell him, finishing off his Twisted Tea. “They’re all freaks if you ask me. Bible whores. You can’t trust any of them.”
Does he smile? I think he does. Not sure. “What was Wally drinking?”
“Sprite.”
“Your uncle told me you took a drug of some kind?”
“I did. It was called Mata Hari. Something synthetic. Three purple pills. It made me feel like the Hulk.”
“Where’d you take Wally?” Sam the Jew asks.
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