Title: Outing (part 2)
Fandom: The Faculty / Casey & Zeke
Summery: An article at the schools magazine turns around the world
Disclaimer: The Faculty and the boys are not mine, of course ;)
When Zeke had reached the airport he was afraid that it could be too late. But one look at the large monitor told him that the only flight to Chicago today wouldn't leave Herrington before four o'clock in the afternoon … still six hours to wait. Casey had obviously been in quiet a rush to leave his home and Zeke wondered what had happened. If his father maybe kicked him out of the house. It was possible that a gay son didn't fit into his view of the world.
Casey didn't seem to take any notice of him, when he stepped closer to the bench. But when Zeke finally dropped down beside him, he flinched and blinked. Great blue eyes stared at him blankly.
“Hey,” Zeke said.
The face darkened, Casey frowned.
“What are you doing here?”
“I'm asking you. Chicago? What the hell is this about? New York, Photo Academy! Remember our plans?”
Casey bit his lower lip and turned his face away.
“You don't want to share a room with me anyway.”
“Everyone in this hellhole of town.”
“It's Herrington, Case, you know, people love their gossip talk. Give it some weeks and they will forget. It's always like that.”
Casey shook his head.
“Not this time, Zeke,” he said, looking sad but unflinching now.
“I'm gay. And I can't change it. I've tried, you know, I've tried to move on with my life and ignore this strange feelings. But that's impossible. Remember that day, when Del kissed me? It felt so … wrong.”
“So you are gay. And what?”
“That's not the end of the world. A lot of guys are.”
“You don't think it's disgusting?”
“No, of course not!”
For a short moment Zeke felt offended.
“Did I ever act like a homophobic prick,” he asked harsh.
Casey blinked once, twice before answering.
“You are one of the most straight guys I know,” he said.
Zeke huffed slightly.
“We are friends, Casey, aren't we? So why can't you trust me?”
“It's not that. I just didn't want you to look at me like all the others do now.”
“Like I'm sick. Infectious. Someone you need to shut away.”
Casey shrugged, tried to appear calm, but Zeke knew him well enough to know that he was seething on the inside.
“Not only at school. I could live with that. My parents though … My dad wants to send my to a Military Academy ...”
Zeke rolled his eyes. Under other circumstances he would burst with laughing now, the idea alone was ridiculous
“My mom doesn't stop crying, since Mrs. Miller ... she's a nice, elderly lady, you know, living in our neighborhood I often helped her in the garden and since I can remember she always made a cake for my birthday. Today though … she turned away when she noticed my mom coming out of the house to get the newspaper.
It's because of me. Everyone seems to hate me. What I am.”
“They should better mind their own business,” Zeke growled.
“Tell them to fuck off, Casey. Don't let them win. Don't let it happen that this breaks you.
Not everyone around is so close-minded I always prefer to build a mind of my own. And I bet Stokely also gives a shit about all this rumors.”
“Stokes is okay.”
Casey smiled weakly.
“But it's not that, Zeke, not a rumor. It's the truth. It's what I am. Best I can do is to leave all this behind and make a new start somewhere else.”
“Only six month, Case,” Zeke reminded him.
“After graduation we will go to New York … and no one will care about it when you like to fuck guys. No need to make rush decisions you will regret later.”
Casey kept quit for a while, finally sighed.
“I can't go to New York, Zeke. I can't afford Art-School. Maybe I could get a scholar ship, but that's not all. Life in New York will cost a packet. My dad closed my College Fond, he says I won't get a penny from him … as long as I'm … like that.”
Zeke huffed slightly.
“He will get over it,” he said.
“It was a shock for your parents to find out that way. But you are still yourself. A smart guy, a good son and they love you. Give them a bit time to remember that.”
“You don't get it, Zeke. They always knew I'm … different. But as long as no one did shout it from the rooftops the subject never came up. Now … this is like a slap right into his face … my dad will never accept that.”
“Big drama, huh? But you did nothing wrong. This is all because of this Profitt-Bitch and her stupid revenge He should better blame her.”
Casey kept quiet for a while, finally shook his head.
“Maybe I should have been more careful. But … it felt safe. It was my birthday and Gid … he says he loves to spoil me … he had planned to surprise me ...”