I’m sick of the bullshit and constant bullying. Bryce is always paranoid, walking down the hallway with me – always scanning the hallway for people who might spot us and think there was something more than friendship. Sex videos Looking at him, you wouldn’t know he was gay. Here we go, again. Major bummer. The metal hangers clink and clang together as I browse through my selection of shirts. I climb out of my black 2010 Ford Mustang and half-walk, half-run up to his front porch. Captain Fuckstick and his buddies laugh it up as they walk away. I reach over to the nightstand next to my bed and check my phone – 6:38AM. I find an empty desk in the back of Mrs. I didn’t have some sort of gay crush on that tool. “But, remember… we’re ‘just friends.’”
“No shit, B,” I say. “The fuck are you doin’, Logan? She was the first person I came out to. It’s on his way to history class. He flashes a quick smile of his own.
