Bumps and hickeys (chapter 3)


The day ended and I was glad that it did. But when it was time to go home, my dad didn’t come. I don’t know what I was expecting. He was usually late to collect me from school. And so I sat and waited. Thirty minutes went by and I started to get bored. That’s when Mr Perfect came out the school doors with his little boyfriend.

“You’re still here? Been at a club?” Steve asked. He invited himself to sit next to him.

“No.” I whispered. I had a feeling I was going to get into trouble for being late home, even though it was dad’s fault not mine.

“Then why are you here?” the other male asked. I didn’t think it was any of his concern but I answered anyway.

“Dad isn’t here yet” I said. Steve seemed concerned and looked around.

“I’ll wait with you.” Steve said. “So you’re not alone.” That was… Nice of him.

“I would but I have to get home. Mom’s sick, so you know. Duty calls.” He laughs.

“Alright Buck, see you tomorrow.” Steve said. I lifted a hand and waved a little before the male ran off. That left Steve and I in an awkward silence. Another thirty minutes passed. No sign of Dad.

“Shouldn’t you get going? Won’t your parents be mad?”

“No. My parents know where I am.” He said. He had a big smile on his face that made me want to both kiss him and hit him.

“If I told my parents I was hanging back for someone I didn’t know, I’d be punished. Heck I’m probably going to be in a large amount of shit just for my dad not showing up. Like it is my fault or something.” I complained.

“Ill give you a lift.” He said. “I don’t think your dad is going to show up at all.”

He stood and offered his hand. For some reason, I took it and we walked to the car like a gay couple. Not that I wasn’t gay already. It reminded me that I needed to tell Pepper that we are now a fake couple to keep bullies off my back. She’ll understand… Hopefully.

So Steve gave me a lift home. I was awkward when he came to my house. He wanted to make sure I was okay but I was nervous to let him in. My mother looked at me and sighed.

“Well… Thank you” I said to Steve. He was busy looking around.

“This place is huge. You must be rich.” Steve laughed. “Oh… That’s Howard Stark.” He looked at a photo of my dad.

“Yes it is…”

“You’re his son, you’re a Stark.”

“Steve. Please leave.” I said desperately. “Thank you for the lift but please go. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” He looked at me, like he could tell something was wrong. He nodded and left without another word. Now all I had to do was face my father. I really didn’t want to face my father…