Caught in the Act

Chapter 2

"Hey Shane!" Everyone greets- except for me. Suddenly, I want to gouge out his eyeballs with a fork. Shane must have known that I liked Roy ; basically everyone knew. Why would he do that to me? Oh Jeez, everyone is staring at me, waiting for a reply so I do what every normal person would do- I just throw him a gang sign and run away, like an absolute fucking... oh gawd Danny, what have you gotten yourself into? I need to hook up with Madame LaQueer.

No one comes after me ; this ongoing crisis is creating a field of stay-away-from-the-freak around me.

You know  what?

I don't care. I give no fucks. I'm going to grow some ovaries and fall out of love. Yes. That's it. I'm a genius. Maybe I should be a marriage counsellor, since drag isn't a lifetime commitment. I mean, I can't be a 90 year old man in a wig but I can be a 90 year old marriage counsellor.

I'm going to head back to my room, shower and get a grip on myself. I'm Adore Delano- the party animal chola bitch. I can get over a dumb crush. Sigh. And then guess who I walk straight into?
Fucking Roy.
Roy.
I'd rather walk into LAGANJA ESTRANJA. Anyone but him.

Wait.

What if I pretend I don't notice him? I could pretend I don't know who my best friend for like centuries is.
"Sorry sir," I mumble pushing past him. SIR?! WHAT THE FUCK DANNY? WHY DID YOU SAY THAT? NOW HE'S GOING TO THINK YOU HAVE A DADDY-COMPLEX!
"Sir? When did you realise I'm more superior than you?" He jokes, catching my wrist.
"Rude," I say.
"Are you having a stroke  or something?"
"Huh?" He still has a hold on me.
"Your pulse is crazy. I mean, I'm no doctor but that's not normal," He lets go.
"No wonder you're not a doctor. I'm fine."
"Danny?" I love the way he says my name. Like it's not special or anything but his voice just... makes me pretty happy.
"What?"
"We need to talk."
"About what?"
"Don't play dumb. You know what."
"Look Roy boy. I was just shocked that YOU AND SHANE ARE NOW AN ITEM AND DIDNT TELL ME," I yell.
"Didn't you get my message?" He asks.
I chucked my phone on the floor and cried, Roy, you fucking-
"No," I say sweetly.
"Shane and I aren't even dating. It sort of just happened. And that's not even an understatement," He takes a hold of my hands. "This won't change our friendship."

The fucking bitch just friend zoned me. Yes I know he doesn't even know I exist but still- he friend zoned me.

"K then," I say. "Whatever you say."
An eye roll ended the conversation and Roy walked away.

I hate myself so fucking much, it's laughable. I want to slap myself with a cold dead fish to wake me up from this nightmare. I'll do an Evanescence and death drop whilst yelling. "Wake me up!"
Fun. What has my life come to?

I go to my room and fling myself on my bed like a Disney Princess. Adore is going to be fucking HOOOOOT tonight. I'll show them all. You know, maybe Chad Michaels will be a good option.

What can I say? I have a thing for older men.