in which an ordinary school's drama club turns out to be the entire school's ego. 'when we're on that stage, only you and me know that what we're doing isn't acting, we're sorting out our issues.'
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"Hey." I sneak up on my curly haired..friend?
He turned back to look at me, eyeing me up and down like he was judging me. "...Hey?"
"Why that look?" I sat down next to him with my legs crossed. "You look like you actually hate me." I would've never thought that the first day I was truly uncomfortable around him would be after an argument. "Plus, you never told me you had a girlfriend!"
My voice cracked and I fought hard to hold back a groan. "Didn't think I had to."
He didn't deny the hate part..
"We're friends aren't we..?" The shakiness of my voice gave my current state away. I was deadpan terrified, no sadness or any anger, just fear. That's when he looked back at me with his mask still on and his eyes peeping out from the top. When we spoke he always pulled his mask down, one more reason I should be scared shitless.
He didn't even say anything. A quiet hum from him was all I could pick up. My back was so straight I wanted to slouch, there was still a smile on my lips when I really wanted to scream out in pain, I kept holding onto my body because if I'd let go I'd be staring up at the ceiling.
Before he stood up and went to socialize, I whispered, "I thought you were into guys." I saw him pause for a hasty second before rushing to talk with the others.
