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21 | THE END

Harry

I was infuriated. What kind of asshole does that? Oh, that's right. Louis.

Who knew he could be a tremendous asshole. I should just block his Twitter account and his number. But I don't, because there is still some hope in me that he'll probably try and talk to me again. But will he ever? Do assholes do that?

I lay on my bed wondering what the fuck had happened back there. What the fuck did all our conversations mean?

Just bro's being dudes.

No homo.

Yeah, right. Louis is everything but straight. I should know. It basically radiates off him. My gay-dar has been tingling ever since I met him. Or texted. How surprising was it for me to see him text me "I have a girlfriend"?
Very. Absolutely. I was stunned.

But there is no possible way that he could be straight. That is a no from me. Absolutely. No. You have been eliminated, get out.

A day later, a Sunday, and I still lay there, still trying to grasp my mind around how he could possibly just text me that. Of course there are various reasons, but none of which I think are true.

Reason one: his father could've read our texts, found out he was gay, and forced him to be straight.

Reason two: he doesn't know what he is.

Reason three: asshole.

Reason four: Someone found out he was gay at school and threatened to tell everyone if he didn't date a girl and pretend to be straight.

Yeah, okay, I know what you're thinking. Why in the world would they threaten him to be straight when they could just humiliate him and bully him like all the other dimwits in school? But you know, maybe they were both secretly gay and wanted to keep it a secret because in real life and they're probably fucking fucking and I fucking hate him for lying about it. You know, If that were that case.

What I don't understand is; why should he hide it from me? He could easily and very clearly see that I was, in fact, gay. So, why me? I could've helped him through all of this.

Maybe I should text him. But I don't because my brain tells me not to, and I know that he's right, so I just have to wait. Like he'll ever text me. But I have a feeling he will. But the fact that we've talked for the past six months and he was willing to shove everything we've created from inside jokes, to silly pictures, to memes, and to music down the drain? Well he did, so you're right. Congratulations.

xxxx

I walked up the hall to the worlds
worst Highschool English class, opened the door, and sat in defeat. I reached in my pocket when our English teacher, Mr. Jizz (I kid you not, that is his actual last name), wasn't looking, and fished out my phone. I unlocked it with the scan of my thumb and checked my messages, then checked his Twitter page, then my direct messages. Nothing. How convenient.

Maybe he was right. Maybe he is straight and maybe he was just messing around with some of his friends and texted a random person and it happened to be me. Maybe after a while it got boring and Louis finally had gotten his gang of friends to give it rest. Maybe he just let me down easy.

"Harry?"

I turned around in my seat, immediately recognizing the sound of the voice and its owner, Maddie. Maddie is one of my best friends, and she was gorgeous. She had wavy brown hair and brown skin, her eyes were like a pile of green leaves and her personality was unbelievably amazing. I loved her with all my heart, truly. She was an amazing friend, someone who I wouldn't replace for the world. I would dodge a bullet for her, and she would do that for me too. She knew everything there is to know about me and I'm grateful, because really, whenever I'm sad, she knew, whenever I'm mad, she knew, whatever mood I was in she already knew. And I loved that about her because I hate talking about feelings. So, she saved me a bunch of sobs.

"Yeah?" I asked, leaning on her desk.

"We should fire Mr. Jizz," she replies, looking at me seriously.

"Why?" I ask, slightly intrigued by her idea, but knowing I'm never going to do it.

"Honestly? Just to get your mind off Puki."

Puki was a nickname Maddie had for Louis because she hated his guts ever since I called her on Thursday about the situation that's driving me insane. Maddie knew about Louis since Louis first messaged me on Twitter. She was the one to open my phone and tell me someone sent me a direct message that said "inappropriate" things.

"Bad idea. Good reason. Something else," I said turning back around in my seat, not surprised that Mr. Jizz wasn't even paying attention to my behavior.

Mr. Jizz was, well, old. He was lonely and single, and utterly sad. He looked and smelled sad too, it was saddening. He didn't have grey hair, he looked handsome enough for a healthy relationship but somehow he's never landed one. Well, I assume. He taught us poetry (though no one ever really paid attention) because he was sad. This is all my assumptions, but it seems about right. Students only did the assignments out of pity. I felt bad for him, if feelings could walk and talk, he would be sadness.

"Why? Just look at him!" Maddie whisper yells, causing me to turn my head and glare at her out of the corner of my eye.

She puts her hands up in defense and leans back in her chair. I chuckle at that.

Maybe just being in an English class with a teacher who has more problems than me with Maddie was enough for me right now. I felt like Louis didn't even matter anymore. He just wasn't important to me. Not now, at least.

And that's what I was hoping for.
Whatever happens, that's natures call. I'll be fine, and I will manage. Because, really, no boy will ever make me feel down. Not again.

xxxx
THE END.