Will's POV
Sitting at his desk in his dorm room, Will tried desperately to concentrate on his Economics reading assignment. He just couldn't What came into his mind, as if he had stumbled onto an ants nest and could not get any of them off him, was the anger and hatred he saw on Nick's face, and the vehemence in his voice when he uttered that ugly phrase: "You two want something to love, get a dog!"
It's not as if he had never come across homophobic people before. There was T. and that nasty reporter from the Salem Times. He had seen how T. had reacted to Sonny when Sonny first arrived in Salem. The nastiness of T's comments still grated on Will. Sonny had handled T. rather well, with patience and then a bit of forcefulness. Will simply had to remind T., just by his actions, that he was still the same person he was before he came out of the closet. Will thought that although T. seemed to still be a little uncomfortable around him, especially when Sonny was also there, he was coming around. The way Will dealt with that reporter was to ignore him and simply stand by while angry letters and e-mails s poured into the newspaper. And then the stories about him stopped.
Nick was different. It seemed more personal, much more personal. Nick was throwing himself in the path between Will and his soon to be baby girl; passing judgment on him. No, more than that. Nick was Will's prosecutor, judge and executioner. This seemed wrong.
How could I not have seen the signs? What gives a murderer the right to judge me?
Will slammed his Economics book shut. This wasn't working. He'd read the same paragraph at least fifteen times. He couldn't concentrate. The more he thought about Nick and his baby girl, the more he wanted to just go over there and punch Nick's face in. But that would probably only make things worse.
No. I can't do that.
Then he started wondering what Gabi saw in Nick. Would she take the side of someone she had known for only a few months against someone she had known for years and t cared enough about him to make a baby with him?
I need to tell Gabi. She needs to know. And then I need to go to the police and turn myself in.
Will stood up from his desk and walked to the bathroom to wash his face. He splashed water on himself vigorously, and stared at his reflection in the mirror. A familiar sense of self-loathing began to take hold.
You Jerk.
He rushed to back to his chair to grab his coat and went to the door, opened it and ran right into Sonny.
To be continued…