Felix Ruskin was a good boy. He never parked in the handicap spot, and he had a good head on his shoulders. But when it came to parties, temptation was a little too much and Felix was a sucker for friendly peer pressure. He looked around the room and swallowed a bit, not sure just what he should be doing right then. He had a cup of beer in one hand, and it was the second that night. He knew that random drug tests wouldn’t be done until March, most likely, and without any practice the next day he felt safe. But Felix was also a light weight, so when the handsome boy suddenly popped up and began to talk, Felix looked honestly surprised.
“Woah,” he said, looking down at his cup of beer as Wolf pointed it out to him. “Oh- right!” he said, as if he’d forgotten about it. He wasn’t drunk, but he was plenty buzzed and seemed more than friendly right then. He probably should have texted Maya to have her come and pick him up, but right then texting seemed so hard. Having dyslexia made texting a royal bitch, and while his baby sister seemed to understand Felix-spelling better than anyone else, it was still embarrassing.
“You’re Wolf, right? Like the animal?” he asked, actually giggling a little bit. He was dressed nicely for the party with black jeans and an emerald green sweater that had a nice v-neck to it, a white shirt under it. But he felt overheated, and the usually very cold Felix was sweating a bit. “I’m Felix- like the cat!” he said, looking incredibly pleased at his own joke.
If Felix had known about the conversation between Mao and Wolf, he'd been hurt. Not by the accusation of being homophobic, but rather that the word retarded had been used. He was sensitive to his learning disability, and that word had been tossed around way too much as a kid when he was being tested. But Felix was a honestly nice guy- he didn't believe in bullying, he didn't believe in being a meat head. He was just terrified of his own sexuality.