Those glasses. Those awful red glasses. The ones he wore every day, the ones Zeke had grown to watch for every day. The ones that marked him as Jay. How many times had he dreamed of removing those glasses- and that ugly, ugly shirt. The things Zeke could do if those glasses were gone. It fuelled more wet dreams than the boy would ever admit. Removing those thick frames, unbuttoning that shirt and then having his wicked way with the green haired boy.
However drawing that on his pad, well that could go horribly, horribly wrong and he knew it.