I'm Not Gay, I Think

Chapter 12

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This is one of the most awkward car rides I have ever had. It was silent as hell and I was really nervous.

"So you are bisexual?" She whispered in my ear.

"No. I just said that to make it sound better. I am actually straight, I just really like Conner." I whispered.

She smiled and hit my arm. I smiled a little, but then I remembered the ugly situation we were in and went back to trying to be hella serious.

Two weeks later.

Ever since my parents found out I was gay, I decided to embrace it as hard as I could. I littered all of my social medias with pictures of me and Conner together. I made out with Conner more and when my parents asked where I was going, I just shrugged. I went to a Gay rights rally with Connor. It was so fabulous, okay that might be over doing it, but it was fun. I didn't wear dress or become a feminist. I didn't steal my mom's nail polish and go crazy with it. I just sucked dick. Just kidding, occasionally but usually I just took it in the ass. I am a bottom bitch and I will admit it! I actually decided to take Home Ed as one of my electives so I could make a shirt that said "Bottom Bitch".

Besides being hella gay, everything else was pretty normal. I still played football. I wasn't a fucking cheerleader, you stereotypical bastards! My mom thinks I secretly am one though. My mom and dad probably cry themselves to sleep wondering what they did wrong. Nothing! I was born this way, I always tell them that, but they never seem to understand.

On the good side of things, I was scouted by 3 different people and was offered 9 different scholarships. I waited to choose though. I want to try and go to the same college Conner does. I am pretty sure that once basketball season starts he will get scouted and we can go to the same college and fuck all night long. Just kidding.

Conner has also decided that people need to know we are dating, so whenever we are together he puts his arm around if me or holds my hand. He makes me look like an even bigger bitch than I already am, but whatever. It's kinda hot.

Everything has been going pretty well and besides my neglecting parents, life is awesome.

Story may or may not continue, I think this is proper ending. Also, shameless advertising, I am going to focus on my favorite and completely original story, "The Lonely Boy". Thank you for reading this story. I am pretty proud of what I have made. Though, I do realize this will not be my best or last story, I am still happy that I made it. I think it has helped me get through my own problems and has made me a better writer. Thanks to everyone who read this and encouraged me to continue writing. I owe you all one.