Luca Brooks, a closeted gay forced to come out against his will. Dominic Fuller, the boy Luca has had a crush on since fourth grade. And finally, Malcom Shoney, the best friend that tries to keep Luca together. What could go wrong?
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If it was at all possible, I felt even worse the day after our date. Waking up to my blaring alarm clock in my cold bed the next morning with a stomach full of dread for the day in front of me was not how I thought I'd be waking up on Wednesday.
Shoving my red comforter off of my body, I began getting ready for this wretched day.
Maybe I'm being over dramatic. Maybe it won't be so bad.
A boy can only hope.
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Turns out, trying to avoid Dominic Fuller—the jock of the school—and Malcom Shoney—my best friend—was not as easy as I had hoped.
I was avoiding Dominic for obvious reasons, but Malcom? I didn't want to face him, I was too scared I'd break down and tell him everything.
I really don't need to hear an 'I told you so' right now.
I somehow managed, though, to avoid them both—mainly by walking in the opposite direction whenever I caught sight of either of them, but it worked.
I didn't think Dominic would approach me, but that didn't mean I wanted to see him. I didn't want to admit to anyone just how much seeing his true colors hurt. I really liked him and I genuinely thought the date was going to go well, but I was sorely mistaken.
The end of school couldn't have come any slower, yet soon enough I was behind The Arcade's counter, serving a bunch of snotty kids their pizzas and game tokens.
"You good, Man? You seem out of it today." Jean broke me out of my stupor, asking the question I'd already heard enough of that day.
"Yep." Was exactly how I replied to it every time. Thankfully, Jean dropped it and we carried on with our jobs.
By the end of my shift, I had decided I couldn't hold in my internal anguish any longer and sent my last resort a DM over Instagram.
