Micah Vallenti has been in the closet all his life, taking his time in coming to terms with his sexuality as well as himself. Everything all of a sudden changes the second he gets outed by a boy he had trusted and known for years. Broken, dismayed...
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I was forced to watch Posh and Milan completely harass Prince Rama as I waited for Benny and Logan to arrive to the cafeteria.
Ew why am I even referring to him as Prince Rama? "Just say Rama, weirdo." I spoke to myself as their voices got louder.
"Your hair is so soft." Posh giggled as his hands ran through Rama's midnight black hair. "What's your hair care routine like?" He asked curiously, Rama staying quiet.
Rama looked genuinely dead. He looked like a corpse that was forced to continue on living. Underneath his puffy reddened eyes were dark grey bags, his lips pale as he completely ignored Posh.
"Posh move your hand I wanna feel it too!" Milan whined as he sounded slightly scared to say that too Posh.
"Don't make me call Dallas to fight you. Rama obviously doesn't like you touching him." Posh devilishly grinned as he leaned his head onto Rama's chiseled shoulder. "Right Rama?" Posh spoke fast, not even letting Rama have the time to respond. "Yea, see?"
Milan loudly scoffed as he rolled his bright blue eyes away from the 2. My attention quickly averted from the sight of them and then quickly glancing at Dallas who sat on a different table filled with different people.
My feet anxiously tapped against the floor as I couldn't help but feel bad as Dallas looked genuinely hurt and jealous.
The view of Dallas was quickly blocked off by another body that sat in front of me. "Eating by yourself huh? That's new. Where's your friends?" Jesse smirked as the scent of his familiar cologne began to linger around me.
I took a pause to process his sudden appearance, finally gaining enough courage to speak. "I don't know." I sighed, not sure if I should say what's really on my mind. "Listen, Jesse, I don't think we should talk to each other."
Jesse's deep blue eyes quickly drooped at me as his mouth slightly widened. "What?" The time of his voice was audibly confused. "Why?" He slightly whimpered.
Benny's story about that Tristan guy emitted through my head as I didn't know what to say back. "It's hard to explain." I just didn't want people coming after me. "But I just really don't wanna talk to you anymore." What I said quickly broke me and I could only imagine how Jesse felt.
"Micah you can't just shut someone out and and not tell them why." Jesse's incredibly masculine arms hit against the table as his eyes begged me to talk. "We barely know each other and you don't you wanna talk to me anymore? What the fuck?" His deep voice starting to rise.
"Look I heard about your ex okay?" I blurted out, making him lean back in disbelief. "I don't want any problems with anyone."
"Are you talking about Tristan?" He asked with his brows furrowed down, making me slowly nod in response. "Dude he won't do anything, fuck him! Are you scared?"
"I-I'm not scared." I couldn't help but stutter. "I just really don't want problems with anyone."
"Micah he won't hurt you. I'll take care of it." Jesse tried to cheer up our surroundings, quickly changing the subject. "Forget about him, here, let me take you somewhere." He smiled brightly as I shook my head.
