Chapter 21

Sheana

"You know about hacking too?" Christophe asks.

We are sitting in the kitchen. He is smoking, and I am reading. Gregory is in the shower, I believe.

"Yes." I say. "A bit. Not as much as Kyle though, I wouldn't reckon."

"He can only do it through computers." Christophe shrugs. "I don't understand it all really, but I know its possible to hack a phone. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I think so." I nod.

I'm better at the engineering side of things, but when push comes to shove I have basic knowledge on almost everything electronical.

"I'll need the mobile though." I add. "I doubt they use landlines any more. It is Pip you are thinking of, isn't it."

"Oui." he takes a puff of his cigarette and the smoke spirals from his mouth.

We fall silent for a moment, and I turn my eyes back to my book, and then Christophe breaks it again.

"What do you think of Kyle?" he asks.

A strange question, but I still answer it.

"He's alright." I shrug. "I don't know him too well, but he's certainly intelligent enough. Kind, and obviously very loyal."

"No, do you think he is single?"

Stranger question, but still I answer.

"That hardly matters to me." I laugh. "I've promised my love to Gregory. I thought you supported that notion."

"I do." he says hurriedly. "I didn't mean that... Do you think he's gay?"

The whispered last line clears everything in my head, and I understand why he is asking this.

"You are?" I ask and he nods. "And you like Kyle?"

He blushes red and I take it to mean yes.

"I only told you I was gay because Gregory insisted that I should." he grits out. "Don't let anyone else know."

"Your secret is safe until you are ready to share it." I smile, happy that I am one of the first to know.

It makes me feel like I'm really a good friend of his.

"Does your mother know." I ask.

He laughs bitterly, and I feel the need to apologise.

"So are you going to confess to Kyle?" I ask.

I really don't mean to turn the conversation into a game of twenty questions, but this just seems exciting to me. I love it when people are in love. Just as long as it isn't me.

"I don't even know if he's gay." he shrugs.

"Aww it's so romantic." I let slip my feelings.

He laughs at me, but this time it is with genuine mirth.

"You are such a girl." he says, crushing out his cigarette.

"And you're only noticing now?" I smirk.