My ex-Boyfriend's secret.

Chapter 2: All rise in the courtroom of discomfort.

"I think she's gonna puke.." Kiefer said, waving a slender hand in my face. 

"No, she's shocked. That's how she does when she doesn't want to believe something, she doesn't move." Dale responded, reaching a hand out to me. He slightly cupped my chin, the skin where he held me crawled, not enjoying his touch. He applied slight pressure, closing my mouth. I breathed in through my nose quietly, Dale pointing at me.

"See? She's breathing. She's fine. Quit worrying so much, babe." He said. My chest tightened, I honestly thought I'd pass out right there, in front of the two. My eyes wandered down towards there hands, interlocked in passionate, gay love. It's not that I was homophobic- because trust me, I wasn't- it was just the fact that my bestfriend was gay. Or bi. Whatever he was, I never saw this coming. He was a jock for crying out loud! Ok, I was being too much of a stero-type. Kiefer kneeld down to my level, which was far from his tall posture. 

"Ella. Snap out of it, your bestfriend is g a y." He held out the word. 

"But,' I said 'You've dated like, every girl in school!" He flinched at that, I had pinned him as a man-whore.. Whoops.

"And you! You dated me ! Did I turn you gay?! Oh god, I turned a boy gay!" I shoved my face in the sleeves of my jacket. Who the hell is going to want to date a girl who had turned a guy gay? I admit, I'm too vain, but still.

"Actually, you kept me straight.. Keifer turned me bi." Dale brought his sholders up and let them fall as he talked. The information swirlled in my head. I wanted to puch a wall, punch a pillow, punch a certaint gay male that had a wide smirk on his face.

"Could you not!" I shouted at Keifer, who lost his happy grin. 

"Could I not what?" he looked puzzled. I wanted to smack him so hard, and I didn't even know why!

"Could you not smile like that, like you should get a golden ticket for turning Dale gay!" I was near tears, too many emotions at once, I needed to breath.

"Bi.." Dale squeaked out. That was it, I was done. I flew out of my chair, and down Keifer's hall. I stompted and grumbled all the way to my car, turned the egnition and sped home. I had no regrets, I hit a squirelle. When I got to my house, I had cooled down. Not. I was still in a fit of rage, my mothers eyes asked, 'what's wrong?' 

"Nothing." I huffed, making my way to the stairs.

"Ella?" She asked, in her small voice. My mother was a tiny woman, small boned and small esteemed. I got my height and bone structure from her. At 45 years old, she stood at a weak 5 foot. I was 4'7, and done growing. 

"What, mom?" I asked, taking the hate out of my voice. It was easy to scare my mother, and I didn't want to take my anger out on her.

"Kiefer called. He said you'd be mad, because he's gay? That I shouldn't get my feelings hurt and, he wants you to call him." Ha. Call him? No.

"Thanks, ma. Right on that." I said, full of sacrasm. I continued up the stairs, still mad. But why was I mad?! WHY! I sat down at my desk, creating a new blog post.

April 6, 2013. My bestfriend has come out of the closet today. I guess this would be fine, if it weren't with my ex, you know? Or... maybe it'd be okay if.. I didn't like him. Well, it's been said, hasn't it? I'm inlove with my bestfriend, and he can never love me back. I'm inlove with a gay man. I always pick the worst of people to love, don't I? How can I keep doing this to myself, I don't deserve it. A showers needed for me to calm my nerves, and sleep to answer my questions. Stay cuious, my readers.