Chapter 6
Scooter was used to being stared at for a lot of different reasons.
By older people who were disgusted by his long hair. By middle-aged soccer moms who thought he was too broad, swore too much. By women who thought he was straight, and by men who knew that he wasn’t. By people at home who knew he’d been arrested and spent time in jail. By people who saw him with Andy and didn’t think they should be “rubbing it in” that they were gay.
But Scooter had never been stared at before by people who thought he was a bad parent.
That was…an entirely different ball game.
He managed to get Billie out of the main path and to one of the padded benches that overlooked the runways. “Hey, hey, hey,” he started. God, he was so bad at this. At least people who’d raised a f*****g kid before had
