When I went to sit in my usual seat at the lunch table, I noticed it was taken by a foreign face. Marid watched with an unforgiving, crude smirk twisted on his lips, as if marking this as his doing. Just as I was about to turn and leave both my usual lunch table and my pride behind, Amir grabbed my wrist to stop me.
I tried to maintain eye contact as he offered his seat to me in a gentlemanly manner, but I could only focus on Marid's blistering gaze. He was obviously pissed things hadn't gone his way, and I definitely didn't want to sit in Amir's seat if it meant sitting in the direct line of fire--a.k.a, the seat right next to Marid. I tried to politely decline and walk away, but Amir wouldn't have it. Twenty minutes later, lunch was spent with Amir and I alone under the shade of a tree, him talking and me listening, far from Marid and his cronies.
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𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭
Romance❝ When I walk into a room full of people, I always look for you first ❞ ஐ In which Zaki Hadad, a gay Saudi Arabian teen, struggles to accept himself in an oppressive society and outlets his feelings into his journal.
