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مؤلف: Esther Gana
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LUTHER

Marlon stare at the flower, his strong fingers holding the stalk a little too tight.

“Hey, you are going to crush it,” I take the flower from him. That was a mistake.

His eyes look like I have just stabbed him over and over again. Even though I didn't mean it.

“Um, so you know who sent it to you?”

“What the hell are you talking about, I don't! I'm like the only openly gay person in this school,” I snort leaves my mouth, and I almost smack myself in the face.

Why does everything th
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  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    49

    MARLON “Marlon, what are you doing?!” My sister barg into my room with steam blowing out of her nose. I'm standing in front of my mirror, adjusting the collar of my jacket, and checking if my hair is smooth enough. “Oh, hey, May, I was just going to ask you to choose a tie for me.” I hold up two ties. “The green, or the maroon.” She slaps my hand away from her face and growls in mine. It's been a while since my sister has been this mad. She is a very nice and sweet person, most of the time. “What's the problem, Marlon? I helped you to find that restaurant so that you can have some private and quality time with Luther, but Bernice has just called me in excitement about how she is going on a date with you?” She folds her eyes and press her tongue against the side of her cheek. “Please, tell me that's not true!” I sigh and return to the mirror. I have chosen the maroon tie, and I'm struggling to knot it. “Luther doesn't want to go anywhere with me. Dad took his mother's job, and

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    48

    48. MARLON Luther! That slut has been flirting with someone else. I'm not overreacting, but why would anyone get him a rose for Valentine's day if it wasn't true? I mentally write all the lists of ‘suspicious’ males in the school, and I start a full blown investigation all in my head. I weigh the chances of them being interested in Luther, and if it doesn't make sense, I cross out their name (all in my head, of course). Will, my best friend, walks to the desk next to mine and snaps his finger at the boy, who immediately vacates, and he settles in with a tired sigh. “What's the matter with you, Marlon? You've been acting off all morning,” he points out, moving the toothpick in his mouth with his tongue. “I don't know, I'm just in a shitty mood.” I huff. “Is that why you were seen talking to Luther Wayne this morning?” He chuckle. “I thought you kind of hated the guy? Didn't he try to take your eye out the other time?” I snort as I point at Luther's textbook on my desk. “I was

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    47

    LUTHER Marlon stare at the flower, his strong fingers holding the stalk a little too tight. “Hey, you are going to crush it,” I take the flower from him. That was a mistake. His eyes look like I have just stabbed him over and over again. Even though I didn't mean it. “Um, so you know who sent it to you?” “What the hell are you talking about, I don't! I'm like the only openly gay person in this school,” I snort leaves my mouth, and I almost smack myself in the face. Why does everything that leaves my mouth feels like I'm mocking Marlon? “Well, looks like you have an admirer, Luther. I hope you're happy, I tried.” His lips thins. He reaches into my locker and pulls out a random textbook and walks away. I'm standing awkwardly with the flower in my hand, looking at everyone who is staring. This is the longest that Marlon has ever spoken to me in school, and I'm sure they are wondering why the macho hockey star is speaking to the pathetic gay boy. Bernice is also standing in th

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    46

    LUTHER Calculus. Differential. Integration. Where the hell is Marlon? I slap my pen against the table, and Bernice sighs, it's as if we are on the same page. We are thinking of the same thing. It's true that I'm supposed to be mad at him because of my mother's job, but I don't want to hate him when he is dead. I take out my phone under the table and type out a text to him. “Are you dead?” I type, but that's tone deaf, so I delete every word. “Are you going to come to school or what? We have a test by noon, remember?” There, this is better. I press send, and immediately, I regret it, because he walks in with his bag over his shoulder. He looks both pissed and tired, and my heart yearns to know what has him like this. The teacher stops him, quite annoyed that he is walking into school about two hours after the official starting time. “My dad called,” he simply replies and goes to his seat. He pulls out two of his books and dumps them on the table. He is probably having

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    45

    LUTHER Valentine's Day Today is an awful day for me. My mother comes back from work quite late, around two in the morning, and she bursts through my door in her wet uniform. I sit up, my heart in my mouth. This is unlike my mother. She would come into the house as quiet as possible, because she knows that I have to be in school tomorrow. I'm about to open my mouth to ask her what the matter is, but she breaks down in tears and drops to her knees. “I've lost my job, Luther! I'm sorry!” She sobs like a child. I've never seen my mother like this in my entire life. She has always been the optimistic one. She has been the one to always tell me that we would be fine, no matter what. Seeing her broken like this makes my eyes water too. I throw my blanket to the side and go to sit down next to her, holding her by the shoulders and pulling her closer to me. “It's alright, mum. Please, don't cry anymore.” “It's not alright, Luther!” She sniffles. “We will be behind on rent! We won't

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    44

    MARLON I had no idea that my father came back into the country last night. I thought I heard Maybelline squeaking when she welcomed him back home, but I thought that it was just a dream. Until I look out of the window and watch the staff greeting him, and a scowl leaves my lips. It's not like I hate my father or something, don't get me wrong, it's just that he has a way of taking all the joy from my life whenever he is here. Anyways, I'm happy that I have school today and hockey practice afterwards. He will barely see me around, and I guess that is the best thing for both of us. We exist peacefully when are out of each other's way. Once I am ready for school, I check myself in the mirror to make sure I look good enough. It's a lie, I'm dragging my legs because I'm waiting for him to leave so that I can get into my car and leave for school. I don't even feel like saying hello to him, even though he has been out of the country for like a week. I'm twenty minutes late, and sin

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