Breeze (The Mighty Queertet: Story 3)

Chapter 4: Hot Air by Victory Thru Tears

Charlie’s POV
I wander out of the house, not sure where to go. Maya had shot out of the door right before me, and I guess I’m now looking for her.

I had no idea that Adam still felt so strongly about Taz and I. It is so annoying, the way he always shoots glares at me and makes snide comments. Taz and I are friends. I’m not even allowed to have friends anymore? I don’t get Adam. I don’t complain when he hangs out with his other friends.

Ok, maybe he doesn’t have that many other friends. But I don’t complain when he hangs out with Maya.

I spot her sitting on the sand. I quickly walk over to her, and sit down.

“What is his problem?” I ask, the contempt apparent in my voice.

“What do you mean?” I notice that she isn’t meeting my eyes.

“Banks. Why can’t he get over the fact that Taz and I are friends?”

“He does have a first name, you know. You should call him Adam once in awhile, it might make him feel more like a real person.”

I look at her in surprise as she finishes snapping at me.

“What are you talking about?” I ask her in disbelief.

“Nothing, I’m just saying that his name isn’t Banks. It’s Adam.”

“Are you mad about Taz, too?”

“I wouldn’t say mad. By now I’m used to it.” She purposely turns her head the other way. “Anyway, why do you care? You don’t even like me.”

“What are you talking about?” I repeat.

“Let’s face it Charlie—we don’t get along. I’ve never forced the issue because you seemed content with just knowing Taz. Maybe it’s better if we keep it like that… me and Adam, you and Taz.”

“Why are you two getting so upset about this?” I ask her. I wasn’t aware that she felt like this too.

“You’re always with her. Adam gets really mad. Do you think you could consider him a little bit? He really loves you, and he only wants to be around you.” She gets up and brushes off her behind. “Anyway, I’m going to go. Adam probably wants some company.”

She leaves me in shock, and I try to gather my thoughts.

I’m alone for a few minutes when Taz comes to sit by me.

“Hi.” She doesn’t sound like the happy Irish girl I’m used to.

“Hi.” My tone is as dismal as hers.

“I’m sick of being disliked.” She leans her head against my shoulder, and I put my arm around her. This probably isn’t going to help our situation, but at this point I’m beyond caring. If my friends are going to act like jerks, then I’m going to stick with what I have.

“She told me that she was sick of seeing me flirt with you,” Taz confides. I can hear the trembling in her voice.

“He said that I act like your boyfriend and not his, and I should just go sleep with you.” I sigh.

She whimpers, and I tighten my grip around her. Taz has never cried around just me. I don’t think I’m going to like it.

“We’re just friends…” She says softly.

“I know, Taz…” I tell her, stroking her hair.

I hear snorting behind me, and look up to see—who else?—Adam and Maya.

“To think, I was going to come down here to apologize.” He sneers. Maya doesn’t look angry, just a little hurt. They both spin on their heels and walk off together, hand in hand.

I can’t help feeling very straight right now. But there is a reason I don’t like girls, and Maya is really making me remember it. Adam’s not helping either.


The Girl, Official stalker of Carla, Tangible Muse and Bod Who Generally Fixes the Mean Nasty Coding That Makes Carla Cry (After Having Broken It In The First Place)

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