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Austin Carmichael, a curious teenage boy and the son of two famous and filthy rich public figures, has everything and yet nothing. He was his mother's third child trying his best to keep his...
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"Are y'all together?" Ayesha asks again in curiosity and my frown deepens.
"Man, what?" I snap, my frustration evident as I stride back to the window to see what's going on outside. "What kind of question is that?" I mutter, shaking my head in confusion and worry as I watch two figures disappear into a car and some guy closes the door.
Austin doesn't even look like he wants to be there.
It's all my fault.
I shouldn't have gone there last night, let alone invite him over.
But I couldn't help myself.
I needed to see him.
"You tell me. Where were you with him last night, all alone?" Ayesha presses, pushing herself closer to the window to catch the last glimpse of the departing cars and I clench my jaw, trying to push down the rising sense of guilt.
I feel awful.
I shouldn't have...
"Trey..." Ayesha nudges me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"None of your business" I say distastefully and walk away to the couch when they're gone and the traffic starts flowing normally again.
"See!? This is why I'm asking," Ayesha persists, her voice trailing after me. "You never used to hide stuff from me, Trey. Now suddenly you can't even tell me what you were doing. Are you hiding something? Do you like him? Is that why you haven't had a girlfriend since middle school? Because you like boys now?"
"It's okay to like boys, Trey," she continues, her words a mix of reassurance and speculation. "And I think Austin is really cute. You guys would make a cute couple. He's so pretty and fluffy, and his hugs are the best. I can see why you like him."
Her words hit a nerve, igniting a mix of emotions inside me and I kiss my teeth trying not to listen.
"He has cute and curly hair" she continues dreamily, and I can feel a knot tightening in my stomach. "Just like his pictures. He looks like he stepped right out of a comic book. I told you he wasn't photoshopped. That's just how he is."
I don't like how she's talking about him.
When she finally stops, I let out a long sigh with my brow furrowed in frustration.
"Yesha, listen," I start calmly, trying to control my irritation.
"Go on, tell me," she responds eagerly, clearly oblivious to my growing frustration.
"Do me a favor and shut your ass up. My head is killing me," I groan, sinking down onto the couch with my back to her and I feel a pillow harshly connect with my side.
"You're annoying," she complains.
"Bruh, quit it," I sigh when she jumps on me, refusing to leave me alone.
