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I said nothing to him, but rather stared ahead, hoping he’d drop it. He better drop it. I glanced in the cracked rear-view mirror, none of the cops had noticed my hasty turn-around. Fuck, I needed to be more careful. If they had seen me, if they had caught and arrested me, then I’d be in prison getting some guy’s dick shoved up my ass in a week, tops. They’d make me do push-ups in drag. Prison-life, something I had to avoid at all costs.

Frank had settled back into his seat, fuming loudly. He’d give a loud sigh and then a huff, as if he thought that I would eventually give an answer that was none of his business.

I should have dumped him out on the dirty street right there.

We had been heading northeast, from East Berlin, Connecticut to Boston, Massachusetts. Now, we were heading north to Chicopee, where we’d then take I-90 W to Amsterdam, New York. That’s where we’d turn in for the night. Ratty, old as fuck place in my opinion, but it was needed. I couldn’t drive all night, and I didn’t trust Frank to get me where I wanted fast enough. I’d only known him for a couple of hours.

“Gerard?”

I grunted to let him know that I was listening.

“I haven’t had any food for two days...”

“So? We’ll stop somewhere and get some food.” Why the fuck didn’t he just ask?

“I have no money.”

“Then I’ll pay for you.” Was it so hard for this kid to just ask for a favour?

He mumbled a thanks as I pulled off onto an exit. The sign said that they had a McDonald’s, where we all go to get fat. Unless you’re me, an illegal alcoholic. I’m still waiting for a beer-gut to show up.

At the drive-through, you could hear the lady taking our orders smacking her goddamn gum over the speaker. I might as well shove the whole fucking pack into her mouth if she chewed like that at customers.

I ordered a Big-Mac and a large coffee, something about killing and running from the cops fires up an appetite for greasy, fattening foods. Frank just ordered a fish-fillet sandwich and a water. I cocked an eyebrow at him. Who orders fish at a place with a bunch of chicken?

“I’m starting to go vegetarian, thought I’d start off pescetarian.” He explained quickly, not meeting my eyes like this was something he was ashamed of. Hey, I can respect anyone who can stop eating certain foods, even if I do find it ridiculous.

We pulled up to the window to find some pretty little blonde smacking her gum at us. She was definitely the cheerleader type who would have humiliated the fuck out of me in high school. Big blue eyes with fake lashes, tanned skin and large tits barely hiding beneath her uniform.

As she passed us our bags and cups, I roved my eyes across her torso as conspicuously as I could. Then, I leaned out of the Trans window, feeling Frank’s eyes burning into my back.

My physical appearance had improved drastically since high school, and now I could use it to my advantage.

Her bright blue eyes gazed at me, a look of disgust and curiosity starting to spread over her face.

“I think I may know you from somewhere.” I said quietly, feeling my voice turning rough as it always does when I go quiet.

“No, I don’t think so.” She replied, a fake smile plastered to her face, tits bouncing as she shifted her weight.

“Of course you don’t remember,” I smirked, “you wouldn’t, but we met at a party.” Her smile faltered slightly.

“Haven’t you ever been told to always watch your liquor at a party? I got some real good shit off a friend that night, and I may have accidentally put it in your drink when you went to the restroom.” A look of horror was spreading over her now. “It wasn’t that hard, you being the filthy whore you are, getting you to take your clothes off.”

“Gerard, what are you doing?” I faintly heard Frank say softly.

“Fuck, you were so beautiful, begging for my cock the way you did.”

“Gerard, stop it.” Frank said, louder now.

The look in her eyes told me that this was something she would never forget.

“Of course, those drugs are made so that you would forget, but I will always remember: the way you looked, the way you screamed my name-”

“Gerard! Give it a fucking rest!” Frank was reached across me now, trying to roll up the window.

“-the way you felt on my dick. You fulfilled my biggest fantasy, sugar.” I finished as Frank finally got the window up. I pressed the gas pedal down and pulled out of the lot.

It was silent only for a few minutes before Frank erupted.

“What the fuck was that?” he screamed at me.

“Oh, c’mon Frank!” I yelled back, fed up with him being such a fucking pussy about everything. “You know that’s the type of girl who would have given you shit in high school. I was just giving her a bit of her own medicine.”

He was quiet for a minute before he said, “Actually, I never had that problem.”

“What?” I demanded, glancing over at him. His hair was short and red on one side, long and black on the other. There’s no way he wasn’t treated like shit in school.

“I only had that issue with the guys, never with girls.”

I just shook my head. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It makes perfect sense, actually.” He said simply, staring at the dashboard.

“Yeah? And why’s that?” He muttered something under his breath. “What?”

“Because I’m gay, Gerard!”