Too Gay For You

Chapter Four: Poppy

As I was trying to escape my embarrassment, a few things happened in my head. Here they are, in order.

A) Wow, I kissed her.
B) How did I learn how to do that?
C) She liked it.
D) Julia liked kissing me.
E) We're meeting for home ec on Friday.
F) That's tomorrow.
G) Why couldn't Mr. Hyder have said "tomorrow"? Like, was it a total inconvenience to your fucking cowboy boots?
H) AM I on my period? I certainly sound like it. I should check.
I) Poppy, focus on the fact that you just made out with Julia.
J) Oh, yeah, that.

I could hear her voice following me, awkward and timid, which of course only made me want to go back and relive the previous twenty seconds all over again. Her kissing was surprised, almost virginal.

And pathetic as fuck, but that doesn't mean I didn't like it.

Does this make me gay? I wondered. I've just had a thing for her. But it could just be me admiring my best friend. Pfft, I like guys.

Andrew Smith walked by, and just to prove my heterosexuality, I took a glimpse between his legs.

You're gay, I told myself, and kept walking.