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"What?" Spot snapped. Race nodded and gestured toward the people around them.

"They don't tell you this, but this school has the most homosexuals in one school in New York. They can't tell you because somebody could sue for being prejudice, like Disney World can't tell you it's Gay Day," Racetrack explained. Spot eyes the students warily, keeping his ass facing the wall.

"Don't worry about it. None of them are like Cowboy," Race assured him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you…" Spot let the question hang in the air. Race gave a mysterious smile and began walking away. Afraid to so quickly lose the only friend he had at the school, Spot hurried to catch up with Racetrack.

"Race! Wait up!" Race stopped walking and turned a little to the left so Spot could see his profile of a perfect nose and full lips. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. It's fine if you are, just as long as you don't decide to take up Grabass as a new hobby." Race smiled.

"Don't worry. I won't. But I have to say, most of these guys probably will."

"So, what's the deal, exactly, around here?" Spot asked, sitting next to Racetrack at lunch. "You were a little vague. I need details." Race leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the table. He smirked.

"Well, this is a boys' school, obviously, and most of these boys are gay." He chuckled at the look on Spot's face. "I say 'most' because you're a student now. But not all of us are rainbow boys, like Jack. There's really only a couple you have to watch out for." He tilted his chair back on two legs.

"I'm going to laugh when you fall," Spot said. Race ignored him and pointed across the room to a boy who was blushing and giggling as another whispered in his ear.

"That's Mush. You probably won't have to watch out for him, because he's really into his boyfriend, Kid Blink. You're just going to have to watch out for them together. If both of them are interested, they might try and pull a threesome." Spot made a face and dropped his gaze when Mush winked at him.

"Geez…" Spot muttered. He lifted a hand to run his fingers through it, but he heard an audible gasp and decided against it. "I knew I was good-looking, but not that good-looking." Race laughed, then pointed in the opposite direction of Blink and Mush. The boy was—

"Tall, dark, and handsome. That's Skittery. He's the silent, stoic type. He's a flamer, but he probably won't hit on you. He likes baby-ish looking guys." On cue, Skittery went into Flirt Mode as a childish looking boy with bucked teeth sat down.

"Jack's a given. He's King of the Flamers. Problem is he thinks he's king of the world. He's the school 'stud'…" Race paused to smirk at the irony of that statement. "…so he can get any guy he wants. Your problem," Race said, jabbing Spot in the chest, "is that Jack wants you."

The force of Race jabbing Spot sent Racetrack toppling backwards and crashing to the floor. Spot burst into a fit of snickers, and Race shot him a glare. He smirked down at him.

"Any other flamers I should know about?" Race nodded.

"Yeah. Me."