My Straight Best Friend Is Gay

Chapter Two

~ Dylan's POV ~

A million things are running through my brain. How would Zander know what it's like to be gay? Oh, shit! Is he gay? When did that happen? Why hasn't he told me? Or Lyla for that matter? I take a deep breath, realizing I'm getting ahead of myself. He may not even be gay, just saying he thinks it would be hard.

"You, uh, sound like you're speaking from experience." I say slowly in a joking manner, looking at him. He's staring at the screen and after a second he just shrugs. I sit up a little straighter. "I was just trying to lighten the mood with that comment." I tell me. From the glow of the TV I see his cheeks get redder. "Do you... Do you need to tell me something, Z?" I ask him. He lets out a sigh.

"I guess I should." He turns to look at me. "Yeah, I'm gay. Is that a problem?" He asks me. He sounds like he's getting a little irritated. I hold my hands up in surrender.

"Of course not, man! You're my best friend. I couldn't hate you if you murdered someone." He gives me a look. "Well, maybe then. But you get my point."

"Yeah, I know." He says and runs a hand through his hair.

"Why haven't you told me?" I ask him after a minute of silence. He lets out another sigh and puts his face in his hands.

"I don't know, man. I guess I was just scared. I mean, I knew you wouldn't hate me, but I've never seen you act or talk about gay people before. I didn't know what to expect." He tells me. I nod in understanding. Yeah, it hurts a little to know he didn't tell me, but what can I do? At least he is telling me now.

"It's alright. Have you told anyone?" I ask him. I see a small look of fear crept onto his face.

"Y-Yeah." He said slowly. I raised an eyebrow and he wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Who?" I ask. I hear him mumble something and I lean a little closer. "What?" I ask again.

"L-Lyls..." I sit ramrod straight. You're kidding right? No way in hell. Zander told our other best friend, who he met seven years after being my friend, before me. To say I was mad was taking it lightly. I grabbed the pillow the Lyla was sleeping on and gently moved it off my lap, standing up and then placing it back down on the couch.

"I'm going to go to bed." I say quietly as I start walking towards the kitchen to go out to my bedroom.

"Dylan-"

"Don't!" I whisper scream through the window of the kitchen, anger taking over me. I see Zander standing in the living room now, hurt written on his face. He thinks he's hurt? "Don't, Zander." I say before taking a deep breath and turning away. 

"Dylan, stop doing this!" Zander says and I can tell he's following me. I fist my hands at my sides and continue to my room. As I'm about to push it open I feel a hand on my shoulder and I spin around, glaring. I think I may be over reacting, but I feel betrayed. I know that Lyla is as good of a friend as I am, but he could have at least told me, too.

"I can't believe you." I whisper to him. "I have been your best friend for sixteen years, almost fucking seventeen. You can't tell me something as huge as this?" I ask him. He doesn't respond, but looks at the ground. I know I should stop, but my anger is boiling. "I tell you everything. I told you about my dad, about my grandma, fuck, I told you when I lost my virginity!" His bowed head snaps up to look at me.

"That's differe-"

"No, it really isn't." I respond. "Those all we're things about people I loved. You kept from me, all this time, something huge about who you loved. Shit, you dated Veronica for two years! Not only was she not the right person, she was the wrong fucking gender!" I am near yelling now and I have to take a deep breath. I stare up at Zander. He honestly was huge for a sixteen year old. I look into his blue eyes and he looks down.