I'm in Love with my best friend

🔸twenty six🔹

I can't... understand why he's so angry at me. Mandy, I-" I sighed in defeat. I couldn't tell her I was dating my best friend. All because I was flirting with a girl who practically meant nothing to me. We're on a break. I mean, hell, Mandy probably already knows about me and Zhan. She has hinted at the notion a few times, that's for sure, but I still couldn't say it outright. But this was Mandy, for Christ's sake. I used to tell her anything and everything, and I knew she wouldn't judge me or shame me for liking a boy. I think it's the pure fact of saying it out loud to someone who I see as a mother figure. Would that imply that I was admitting to myself... that I was... well, gay? bisexual See, I'm still not sure. I wasn't sure if I liked guys or if I just liked Zhan. You know, maybe between me and Zhan it was a sort of demisexual relationship. After all, I haven't been attracted to any other guys. I have not checked out any of my other classmates. I sighed in frustration, digging my fingernails into my palms.

Just say it, Yibo. Just say it

"Mandy, I think I might be gay." I forced the words out, keeping my eyes focused on the tapping of my foot against the carpeted floor. It was silent for a moment, and I panicked. I didn't want to look over to my left and find Mandy looking at me with disgust or resentment, so I kept my eyes down and wondered if I'd made a mistake in confessing something that's been eating away at me ever since the first time I and Zhan kissed.

"I knew you liked the D. Your father owes me a hundred dollars. " She said proudly. What she'd said threw me off my game. I just sort of stared blankly at the wall opposite me for a good few minutes before I slowly turned to look at it with that same blank look.

"I'm sorry. What?"

Oh, come on, Yibo! You really think we didn't know? She was smiling, probably at the fact that a blush was slowly sneaking its way into my cheeks.

"You made a bet with my dad over whether I was gay? Are you serious right now? " If my eyebrows could fly, they'd have shot right off the top of my forehead, leaving scorch marks behind.

"No, psh, of course not. We were already pretty damn certain about that. We made a bet over whether you and Zhan were," she wiggled her eyebrows. "You know, doing the... naughties." She lowered her voice to a whisper for the last word.

I immediately went back to staring blankly, with a slight bit of shock pushing its way into my features, at the wall.

"Hang on a minute." I turned back to look at her.

When Mandy asked who said anything about me and Zhan doing the thing, I raised my brows, reluctant to use the word, and repeated what she had said. It just seemed ridiculous. I mean, come on, the naughties? It sounds like we're thirteen again.

Mandy laughed. "It's easy to put two and two together, hon."

"Pfft," I waved my hand at her in dismissal, shaking my head, but for a different reason.

"I can't believe my dad- I thought he'd be disappointed in me or something. I thought he'd kick my ass out."

Mandy chuckled. "He'd never do that, and he'd be offended if he ever found out that you thought he would. Now, your mother... I doubt she'll be as pleased as your father was."

"He was pleased?" Okay, now the shock was apparent in the way my voice broke on that last word. Oh, my fucking god. How long have you guys been gossiping about this behind my back?''

Mandy shrugged innocently. "I've kinda had suspicions for a while. I mean, you and Zhan have never been subtle about your flirting, have you?" She winked.

"We never flirted," I muttered in annoyance.

"Oh, you did! You guys were always giving each other those sultry gazes and making little flirtatious remarks!"