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hit him and his eyes had strayed, looking down at Dakota's hand and at the same time, he stole a quick look at the boy's crotch, his mind already fantasizing about what lay inside those faded tight pair of jeans.
Dakota "You okay?"
Noah "Yeah, sorry, Monday you know!"
Dakota "Yeah, so, someone don't like you?"
Panic seized him and he felt like someone had placed their hand deep into his chest, gripping it and squeezing it tightly as he trembled. His hand shook and the lock rattled against the metal of the locker door as he heard the soft-spoken question. Damn, what was this about?
Noah "Huh? No, why? What uh, I mean, uh…"
Dakota "The faded paint on the door, can still see it… Looks like someone…"
Noah "Oh that! No, no just some guys fooling around, no big deal, really."
Dakota "Cool, so, what's this place like?"
Noah "Uh it's okay, it's well, it's school."
Dakota "Yeah, school… never thought I'd say it, but I kind of, well never mind, can you write down the combination for me?"
Noah "Yeah sure, uh, I'll just get this shit off the top shelf, you can have that if you want, or you prefer the bottom?"
Dakota "Haha, don't matter to me, either works!"
Noah "Huh?"
Dakota "Nothing, inside joke, my brother, uh, he used… shit, sorry."
Noah stared at Dakota, seeing him suddenly turn away and he could have sworn that the guy had tears in his eyes. Man it was strange, one second the guy was being happy, smiling even, which made him wish he could take a picture of him, the way his whole face seemed to light up as his lips parted and the smile formed across it, and then 'wham' he looked like the entire world had just ended.
Noah "Uh, you okay? I mean did I…"
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