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Stupid Support Group #2: I Finally Tell You A--holes What Was in the Letter

*NOTE: You can all thank RoseInDeep for suggesting that I finally write a sequel to "Stupid Support Group". Also, if you haven't already, please go check out her amazing oneshot "Nine Days", which won her the opportunity to suggest this sequel.

Enjoy! :)

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"YO! Whatup, bitches and hoes?

....Yeah. My mom told me to quit greeting people that way. Just thought it'd make a neat entrance since, you know....I haven't been here in awhile.

Sorry about that, by the way. I know I had promised you guys I would come back, but then life started happening, and I got busy, and....

What? Wha— no, guys, guys I....dudes, I can't understand you when you're all talking at once. Ugh, GUYS!

Thank you. Now, you...uh, ginger kid. What was your name again? ....Yeah, okay I'm not gonna remember that. Anyway, you talk, and can the rest of you kindly shut the fuck up? Please and thank you? Alright, now what....?

OHHHH, that's right! I kind of left you guys on a cliffhanger last time, didn't I? You all pry want to know how the hell my story ends up, right? I get it, I'll fill you guys in. I'm nothing if not a people-pleaser. Let's just pick up where we left off all that time ago, shall we?

So....apple pie is literally the best food in all of creation for three main reasons—

WOAH WOAH, don't get pissed at me! I was just messing with— Ginger, there is no need to start throwing shit—Guys, come on. I was just playing around. A couple of lols to lighten the mood before we get started, that's all. Jeez.

I know what you really want. You want to know if I ever opened that letter from Jesse, the one he left by my fucking bedside in the hospital, where I had landed after trying to kill myself out of guilt from leaving him all alone to get the shit beat out of him by homophobes who saw us kissing by the gym....

Yeah, that was just a recap for those of you who are new here and have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. To all you new folks, my name is Danny and I'm gay, apparently. Last time I was here, I told the story of how I, the most popular asshole in school, kind of fell in love with the school's biggest nerd. Today, I'm going to tell you the story of everything that happened after I abandoned him in the worst situation possible.

Sound exciting? Maybe not to some of you, but trust me: if you just shut up, pay attention, and don't try getting up to go to the bathroom or anything, I think you'll be thoroughly entertained by my miserable life.

Ahem, anyway. So the letter. I mean, of course I opened it. It's been, what, like three months since I was last here? Yeah, a lot has happened since then. Sit back and relax, and I'll tell you all about it.

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The night before I went back to school, I was nervous as hell for three reasons.

One: Thanks to my douchenozzel ex-teammate Brian and the picture he sent out to everybody, the entire school now knew that I was gay, and that I had a thing for Class-A dork Jesse McGrady.

Two: I had been absent for two weeks, and was returning with scars on my arms. Wouldn't take more than a few brain cells to connect the dots and guess what had happened to me.

And three: Despite his several attempts to contact me, I had not spoken to Jesse once since that day. What will he do when he sees me? I couldn't help wondering as I tossed and turned in bed that night. Would he confront me? Would he ignore me, like I had done to him for awhile before we kissed? Or would he straight up punch me in the face? Honestly, that's what I would've done if I were him. It's less that what I deserved.