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He sits with an easy gait and open legs, his hands folded on the back of his head. His gorgeous green eyes catching anyone that dare look. His sharp jaw, chocolate brown hair (done up in a sexy quiff). 6'2, Checkered red and black collared shirt, grey beanie, skinny jeans and converse. Make me want to scream like a little girl. Why does he have to be so good looking? And why do I have to be gay?

"Caaaallll, your staringggg,"

Kayla teases from behind me.

"Shut up!"

I hiss. Color lighting my cheeks. I turn to Kayla. The right side of her face is closely shaved, the left framed by a curtain of black. A red ombré pattern highlights the ends. Several piercings on her right ear. She wears an off shoulder light grey sweater and jeans. Brown combat boots to complete the look.

"Can you please, please talk to Will today? He's a cool guy, and I'll be right next to you. I promise."

I shake my head and pout. It sounds tempting though. Both of my friends, Kayla and Seth, know him pretty well. But, unlike Will I'm not openly gay. The only other person that knows I'm gay is Kayla. I've been meaning to tells Seth but...It's not that I'm ashamed of it...it's just, I'm scared of people's reactions...which is kind of the same thing?
Again, I sweep my head as if to confirm that I'm never going to talk to him. Kayla sighs, smiling slightly, and brushes some hair to the side. A small smirk plays on her lips. I raise an eyebrow but it just makes her smile even more. Panic sets in when I see her wink.
Oh no.

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