“What do I owe the please Harold?” I sat back in the chair holding my hands in front of me observing the way he moved. He just turned eighteen which he was very proud of for what reason besides being an adult I have no idea.

“Just came to talk is that okay?” he asked shifting his feet back and forth and not making eye contact.

Cocking my brow I nodded and told him to take a seat, “Are you okay? Everything okay at home?”

Harold just waved the question off, “Yeah things are fine I just um wanted to talk, we can do that right?”

“That is what I’m here for,”

He smiled at me letting his guard down, “How…how did you know?”

“Know what?”

He shifted uncomfortably in the chair again not making eye contact which worried me as this was one of the kids that usually challenged me and stared right into me.

“You know man…you know!” he growled a moment later standing up and passing back and forth. His reaction alerting me to what the question was.

“Gay?”

Harold swung around sweat dripping down his brow, his eyes so hollow yet full of life deep down, and I could see he just wanted understanding of what he was feeling and to be accepted.

Sighing he plopped back down running his hand through his hair, “Yeah,” he whispered out.

“It took me awhile up till college. There was this guy, he was a jock and like the perfect guy on campus. I went to all of his games and cheered. Soon I just started feeling this pangs in my heart when he walked by but he didn’t notice me and why should he I was just another guy.”

“Did…did you ever get to talk with him?” Harold leaned forward eyes wide showing how much he was into the story.

Chuckling I nodded, “Sure did. I was lost and looking for my class room when I bumped into him.”

Harold licked his lips before gently biting down on it, god the kid was hot I had to admit that, “Did you…hook up?” he wiggled his eyebrows making me laugh.