Francis, who had been bent over, vomiting uncontrollably, quickly stood up as soon as he heard Blanche's words. Clutching his stomach, he stumbled backward several steps, his face filled with horror as he stared at Alan.
"I knew it!" he stammered. "No wonder you always hovered around me back at the academy. So that's what you were really after… Alan, I never saw you for what you really were! Let me be clear—stay away from me! You might not be into women, but I definitely am!"
Alan was utterly speechless. Never in his wildest imagination had he expected that a casual lie told to appease an upperclassman would come back to stab him in the back like this. It was as if the joke had transformed into a boomerang and smacked him square in the face.
Just then, Fort stepped forward with a face full of resolution. Straightening his back, he confidently displayed his impressively built chest muscles and said solemnly, "If you don't mind... I could—"
