Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 394. Coming clean

Jordan and Omar looked at Danny before slowly turning to me, with an expression that could only be described as mortified.

I took a few sips of beer while all three watched me and waited for my reaction.

I turned to Jordan, who flinched when my eyes landed on him.

"Since when had Danny been so lucky?"

"Ah. Ah-ha-ha." He laughed nervously, and I think he stepped on Danny’s foot under the table, the latter wincing.

"Oh, we aren’t sure, but around the time we started hunting rats." He scratched his head and leaned back before he took a big gulp of his vodka.

"Did you receive any memories that would hint at you having killed your counterpart rat?" I asked Danny, who seemed disappointed and annoyed.

"No memories," he said curtly while crossing his arms.

"Maybe a counterpart rat saw you and merged with you somehow." I thought for a bit and found that the most convincing.

If that was true, my grandmother had been scarily spot-on by calling Danny a blonde rat.

"Mhm..." Danny answered, even angrier.

"Didn’t you hear me? I am gay. Can’t you say anything?"

I raised my eyebrows.

"Did I ask you about your sex life?"

"But... I just thought you should know and that your BEST FRIENDS should be informed about something like this." He looked at the other two, who lowered their heads as if they hoped to make themselves invisible.

Pfft. They are so dumbly obvious; I can’t believe these fuckers are my friends.

"Jordan is too," Danny said with a pout, while Jordan’s head shot up and he glared at Danny.

Eventually, he looked at me with a clenched jaw.

"Yes... it’s not something shameful... so..."

I squinted my eyes at them.

"And... you two are together, or what?"

Omar laughed silently while Jordan looked as if he had swallowed something foul.

"Urgh, no way, I can find someone better than him." Danny nearly looked as disgusted as I did.

"And... Omar also..." Danny started, only to be interrupted.

"Not gay. Heterosexual, "Omar blocked the attack before it could go through.

"Ha-ha..." Jordan laughed again and tried to change the topic.

"You won’t believe who is also not gay."

"Oh?" I sipped on my beer.

I felt much better about the hockey stick stunt I pulled today... it was a bit embarrassing, but not as cringe as these three fuckers were.

Though Omar had reacted superbly to not being pulled into this shit.

I mean, they could have just asked me and given me a reason to punch them in the face before telling them to go fuck themselves.

"Jacques Lorrey, your caretaker from our high school time." Jordan originally just wanted to get out of the situation, but the moment he said it, he seemed to get really into it, a smug, gossipy look on his face.

"WE REALLY HAVEN’T TOLD HIM!! IT’S TRUE!" Danny chimed in, looking first at Jordan, then at me.

I remembered the man that screamed "gay" with every fiber of his being, making me absolutely uncomfortable each time he did us a favor, like bringing our uniforms to the club or coming to school if a teacher wanted to talk to him.

Ah, he also went to the lie detector with me—the lie detector that I had passed with flying colors.

"No fucking way?!" I looked at them flabbergasted.

"I swear it’s true!" Jordan raised his hand.

"I saw him a few years ago, enthusiastically kissing a hot blonde woman, while I was on my way home from the military!"

"Maybe it wasn’t him?" I emptied my beer and took another.

"Jordan was the one driving, and he got into an accident," Omar chuckled.

"What the hell?" I laughed, and Jordan went for more vodka while shaking his head.

"I just bumped into the guy in front of me, so I got out of the car. Your caretaker came over with this pristine girl; you have no idea. He recognized me, and we chatted while we waited for the police to come."

"No fucking way! Maybe that blonde was a ladyboy?"

"He asked her," Omar burst out laughing, and Danny giggled until he went into a coughing fit.

"While the police went to ask Jaques~ for a witness report, which he could hardly give because he had been busy otherwise when my car crashed, I asked the blonde girl, and she slapped me, so...impossible. She was really born a girl; her voice was like that of an angel." Jordan looked sour at first but soon laughed himself.

I had real problems letting that sink in, not because the guys made a one-eighty from the cringy talk before to now talking about girls like we always had, but because I thought that if you looked gay, you were gay.

And if you were gay, you looked gay.

"What the hell? I was so fucking sure..." I mumbled and went for a fresh glass on the table and filled it with vodka.

"I KNOW! And I saw him too with ANOTHER GIRL!" Danny slammed the table.

"I was on patrol in the city; that was all before the Rat-thing. We did various things during the military service back then as well. Anyway, this time a Latin girl with curves... I can’t tell you how fucking divine she was." Danny looked into the distance as if he was trying to conjure her up right this instant.

"You mean long before the ’Hat-thing’.’" Jordan corrected, but was ignored by everyone.

"Damn. That gay was a ladies’ man all along while we looked down on him," I said wistfully, feeling that my worldview had been greatly damaged.

"I know..." Jordan hummed, already over the fact that he had been ignored, and we all collectively nodded.

"Oh, he asked about you, by the way. That was when you had disappeared in the south district already and were still believed to be a murderer. He said he didn’t believe you really did it," Jordan added.

"That gay had been a ladies’ man and was also super nice... Damn, what a good guy." I corrected what I said before.

The others chimed in, and we all felt bad.

"Ah, right. My grandfather is back," Omar announced.

I turned to him.

"He survived?"

Omar nodded.

"My mother called me today and told me to come back home tomorrow evening because my grandfather called the family together. My great-grandfather didn’t show up at all; he probably died by the claws of the dragon inside that parallel world."

"Oh fuck." I didn’t care about the old dude, but I remembered something else.

"You know the kid we brought is the prophet, right? That makes him your cousin."

If I got that correctly, Omar was Dr. Lawrence’s nephew, and so was the prophet—making them cousins.

Dr. Lawrence’s father was Omar’s grandfather, and her grandfather had been Omar’s great-grandfather.

"...No, I hadn’t thought that far..." Omar admitted before bringing his hand over his face.

"Let’s get you two tested to see if you really are related or something. Tell the doctor or Emma tomorrow."

"Alright." He seemed a bit overwhelmed by getting a new family member.

"We’ll have to get a teacher for the little kid so that he can learn to write and communicate with us," I said, having totally forgotten about it.

Damn, and I still hadn’t told Ethan about my shitting buddy who was probably still sitting innocently behind bars.

Fuck.

"He is already learning it..." Jordan chuckled.

"...Mhm, the Demon Queen teaches him." Danny hugged his body and shivered.

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows and shuddered as well.

"Yes, the staff sergeant told us while we ate today... he was swooning about how good of a person your grandmother is..." Jordan went for more vodka and filled my glass as well.

"That poor dude is long gone," Danny nodded, looking at the ceiling as if the staff sergeant had died for real.

"Rip, staff sergeant," I chuckled.

But it was good; maybe we could soon find out more about the prophet. I was damn fucking curious why my ability didn’t work on him.

Originally, my ability didn’t work on one person, and that was myself. On counterparts, it worked; on people related to me, it worked; and the kid had already been tested regarding that, and we were clearly not related.

So this kid was neither my counterpart nor related to me, nor could he be my clone, because heck, he didn’t look like I did as a child.

"Hmmm... did my blood find its way inside the kid?" I said, and the guys looked at me in confusion until I explained that my ability didn’t work on the kid.

"But you guys are a decade apart or something. And the kid started to get visions at four years old." Omar said.

"Yes, at least at that time he was able to communicate his visions."

"Did you get your blood drawn as a kid?" Danny asked me, and I thought back.

"Sure, before my mother died, the usual blood test you do during health checks, and after..." I remembered how I broke my hand; the whole reason why I looked into my mother’s future was because I uncovered the coin on the palm of my other hand because of that.

And that after she died, I had the cast on a few months longer because my whole family gave a shit about me and ignored me.

"Months after she died, a doctor came home and checked on me, took my blood, and brought me to the hospital so that they could get the cast off."

"He took your blood at home and then brought you into the hospital to get the cast off?" Danny frowned.

"That’s somehow strange. Did you know the doctor?"

All three guys looked at me, and I tried to think back.

At that time I was so out of it, so I can’t really tell. Although my memory had gotten better regarding the time before my mother’s death, the time after it was still a blur.

"So what?" I asked.

"Someone heard of my prophecy and got my blood to then give it to a kid of the Lawrence family?"

"Or a pregnant woman of the Lawrence family." Danny offered.

Omar cleared his throat and slowly tapped his can of beer against the table.

"When I told my dad I wanted to change schools, to a normal school instead of the one with rich pricks, and under my mother’s maiden name, he was easier convinced than I expected. Then after I got admitted, he told me to make friends with you." His dark eyes found mine, though he couldn’t hold my glance for long.

I kicked him under the table.

"And you never thought of telling me?"

Omar held his leg under the table that had been struck by me but didn’t complain about the violence.

"I ignored him and never approached you on purpose. I honestly forgot about it because I never thought of taking it seriously. You can take a look if you don’t believe me." He let go of his leg and raised his hand so that I could grab it and flip the coin if I wanted it.

I would love to take a look, as I felt not only creeped out but paranoid as hell.

But I emptied my glass instead and stood up.

"Hey, Kenny." Omar grabbed my hand to stop me from leaving, looking at me intensely.

"I’m not angry. It’s good that you told me now. I will take a look tomorrow after talking to Henry." I grabbed his wrist with my other hand and squeezed it until he let go of me.

I walked out of the kitchen trying to suppress the paranoia and heard Danny whisper,

"...He is fucking furious..."

I walked back and leaned into the kitchen to address Jordan.

"By the way, Henry and I have fucking good hearing. So be quiet when Danny is doing you. Even better, don’t do gay stuff in my house in the first place." I knocked on the doorframe before turning around and going back to my puppy.