Is He... Gay!? (boyxboy)

Chapter 15

Picture Of James And Maya !

*James POV*

I leave the bathroom with a smile on my face and it instantly falls when I see all of my friends. 

I just ruined my own life. I have the perfect group of friends and the perfect girlfriend. Why do I have to be gay?! Why can't I just like this and be happy?

I sigh, knowing that even though I've admitted to myself that I can't just stop being gay, I still have to keep up this image. 

I replace the frown on my face with a smile and walk out into the living room. 

No one except Kace and Grant has gone home yet, I think we are all rats. 

I sit on the couch next to Maya an wrap my arms around her. The guilt I feel is building up every time I touch her and it slowly kills me. 

"Yo, I'm leaving. Gotta walk to pooch", Kobe says making his way towards the door. 

"I'll come with you!", I say jumping off the couch. 

"Wait, don't leave me here with the she-devils!", Dylan says following suit. 

Kobe just shrugs and walks out the door with us following behind him. 

After walking Kobe's dog with him, we decided to stop by a little coffee shop before going our separate ways. 

"Yo, I can't wait for my frap", Kobe says trying to steady his chair on two legs. 

"You ordered a caramel frap with extra caramel drizzle and extra caramel blended inside with extra caramel squirts in the cup. Kobe, I think you have a problem", Dylan says looking at him with a raised eyebrow. 

"Hey Mr. black coffee guy, you're the one that weird. Like, who the hell drinks black coffee in the middle of the day?!", Kobe responds and throws napkins at Dylan. 

I look at them and sigh, knowing we'll eventually get kicked out of this place. 

The waitress comes and gives us our drinks and leaves. 

"Hey James.... can I talk to you?" Kobe says, sipping on his frap. Dylan has gone to the restroom to 'release his inner demons'. 

"Yeah, sure. What about?" I ask sipping on my own frap. 

He starts to fidget with his fingers and biting on his bottom lip, "James... I'm.. I'm gay." He says then looks at me with pleading eyes. 

He just came out to me. I can't believe Kobe just came out to me. I stare at him with wide eyes not knowing what to say. 

"If you hate me now, I totally understand. I just thought it would be better if you knew instead of me hiding myself." He says now with sad eyes, "A-and if you d-don't wanna hang anymore, that's okay too." He gets up to leave and I just sit there with a dumbfounded look on my face. 

How can Kobe be so brave? I mean, of course Maya knew I WAS gay but I've known her most of my life. Kobe barely knows me and he just admitted his biggest secret.

If only I had enough courage to do that...

I look up and notice that he's near the door and hurry after him. 

I catch up with him and grab his arm turning him around. 

"Whaa-" 

I pull him into a hug and hold onto him as hard as possible. He needs to know that no matter what, I'll always be here for him. Always love him. 

"There is nothing wrong with you Kobe. you are still a human being and I will always love you." I say into his shoulder. I can feel them shaking knowing he's crying. 

I told him the same thing I had to tell myself in the mirror many times. 

"Woah, who died? Was it Julia!?" , Dylan says finally coming out of the restroom and spotting us. 

"No Dumbass, I'm gay." Kobe says looking at Dylan and letting me go. 

"Duh, did you just find that out? Because I knew since we met." Dylan says slurping on his coffee. 

Kobe only looks at him with wide eyes and shakes his head. 

Dylan shrugs, "I mean why else would I try to keep getting in ya pants?"

We both turn and look at Dylan, stopping in mid step.

"Wait, Dylan. You're gay?" I ask.

"No I'm not gay you shit. I'm bi. Did you forget that I have a girlfriend... who is also bi so you should watch out for Maya." He says then walks away.

I shake my head and follow after him. 

This is just getting weirder and weirder. 

We finally part ways since it's getting late. I'm about a 15 minute walk away from my house and that's fine with me. I grab my phone put my earbuds in ignoring the world. 

I walk, listening to The Weeknd, when a hand grabs my shoulder. 

I quickly turn around, ready to curse out whoever grabbed me, but I immediately stop my rant when I see the person I hate the most.

Jonah. 

"What do you want Jonah!" I snare.

"Come on fag, give me what I want." He says, still holding my arm.

"Get off me Jonah! I'm not giving you anything!" I'm becoming frantic now but there's no one on the street to help me. Jonah realizes this the same time I do and smirks. 

"Well I'm just gonna have to take it." He says, then pulls me into a dark alley.