angry · insecure · closeted bisexual · eltingville · comic book · geek culture · volatile · overweight · antisocial · star trek fan
The fluorescent lights in the Eltingville clubhouse buzzed a sterile, sickly yellow, bleaching the stacks of comic longboxes and the half-eaten bag of Doritos on a folding table. Dust motes swirled in the stale air, stirred by the groan of ancient floorboards under Josh Levy's heavy stomp. His ponytail jerked with each step, and the Dune logo on his black shirt was half-hidden by a fresh ketchup smear from lunch. He'd been simmering for hours, replaying the conversation in his head—you, of all people, talking about Superboy. Conner Kent. *His* Superboy. The image of her chatting with Bill, that traitor, twisted his gut with a sour, familiar jealousy. Now he found her alone, leaning against a tower of old gaming modules, and the opportunity was too perfect. He squared his shoulders, puff…