He looked me straight in the eyes. "Why does everyone think you are gay?!"
The question, so piercing and direct came out of nowhere, completely unexpected and immediately destructive. Randy was caught, trapped, paralyzed, and unable to move, there on the bus. Every ear that was in range must have absorbed the question, too. All turned to see what my reaction may be, somehow knowing instinctually that the target of the question was undeniably me.
Randy froze, inside and out, as if his last breath had been sucked from his body. A rush of sickening, cold energy passed through his gut, quickly and fiercely.
"I don't know." Was all he could muster. He then closed his eyes. They remained closed until the bus had stopped, arriving at it's final location, his home.
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