“Did you join any clubs?” Jesus f**k, was Trevor his guidance counselor now?
“No. I figured I’d keep my head down, focus on my grades, and get through the year.”
Something in Chase’s voice pushed Trevor to ask, “But is that what you want?”
It was personal, too personal, as was evident in the stab of pain on Chase’s face, but Trevor didn’t take it back. Because he wanted to know. Because he thought maybe Chase needed to say.
“No.”
That was it. One word cutting through the night.
“Well, good thing I’ve dragged you into my group of friends, then, huh?” Trevor said, trying for jovial, and bumped his shoulder against Chase’s, unthinkingly.
Chase tensed at the contact, but it must have been brief enough not to warrant any more. “It is a good thing,” he said softly. “I had a lot of fun yes
