Chapter 4

Parrish walked out without saying a word and went back to his dorm room. He tucked the condoms and lube away in his nightstand and buried the ornament at the back of his dresser.

A couple of hours later, Arnie tapped on his door. “Hey, babe. Ready to get busy?”

Parrish had been foolish enough to tell Arnie about two thirds of his purchases. “I have a headache,” he said, his voice stone cold.

“Oh…oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Why don’t you lay down on the bed? I’ll massage your temples.”

“Thanks, but no. I want to be alone.”

Arnie laughed. “Greta Garbo much?”

Parrish lost his cool. “I saw you kissing Coach Sandburg.”

“What? When?”

“Earlier.”

“I…uh…I had to. I can’t afford to fail PE.”

“I see. So Coach coerced you.”

Arnie turned pale. “I…er…”

“Suppose we go to see the dean about this?”

“No. That is to say…I don’t want to get him in trouble. It was no big deal.”

“It looked like a big deal from where I was standing.”