For a moment after Trent left, Kirby stood there, staring at the number on his palm and concentrating on the lingering tingle that remained after Trent's lips had brushed against his. Luckily, he came to his senses mere seconds later, and pulled out his cell phone to save the number before anything could happen.
By the time he returned to the jock table, the lights were back on. Most of the reunion guests had cleared out, but the majority of the jocks were still there. They refused to be scared off by death threats to someone they didn't even like, and they still thought gay jokes were the funniest thing ever invented. Kirby found himself bored, and a little irritated. Had he really changed so much?
He pulled out his watch, already counting down the minutes till when he would make an excuse to his old friends and let Trent know he was leaving.