Being in love with a straight boy is a straight-up nightmare. Especially if it's been like that for years. But it's even worse when he's your best friend's brother, who has a girlfriend that's there to remind you how straight he is. That's when it b...
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When Austin wasn't acting like a narcissistic fuckboy or an egotistical dick, he wasn't actually too bad. Once we'd let go of the whole walking-in-on-me-having-sex-with-Kenny fiasco, we could actually have normal conversations with each other. Thank God. I wondered why he'd suddenly decided to come back to our room at night instead of commuting from girl to girl, but I couldn't complain, because he didn't seem to mind that I was gay (he joked about it every now and then, but nothing I couldn't handle) or that I occasionally kicked the wall and fell out of my bed in the middle of the night (I was pretty sure he could sleep through anything). Overall, our interactions weren't frequent, but they were bearable.
Come Thursday afternoon, he came strolling in with a can of coke in hand and asked, "What's up with your boyfriend?"
I looked up from my textbook. "Who?"
"The tall dude."
"Oh," I said, waving a hand at him, "he's not my boyfriend."
"Y'all were fucking."
"Yeah, people do that sometimes, Austin, I thought you knew. Unless those girls you gave a free ride to the other day are all your girlfriends." I gave him a look. "Kenny and I are not together."
"Okay," he chuckled. "Anyway, what's up with him?"
"I don't know. We haven't spoken much since last weekend."
"He looked like he wanted to jump off a building or something. I have a class with him and he was just, like, sitting there. He didn't even have his books open."
I sighed knowingly, because there was only one thing that made Kenny like that—a miserable bag of potatoes. Or I should say, one person. Something must have happened that got him wallowing over Mason. Again. As always. What else could it be?
"Austin, that boy is the embodiment of a broken heart."
"Did you break up with him?"
"I just told you we're not together!"
Okay, so talking with Austin was pretty pointless. After explaining to him once again that we were just friends, to no avail, I grabbed my phone to call Kenny, because I was too lazy to get up and go over to him. To be fair, I didn't know if he was in his room, so I might as well save myself the trip in case he wasn't there. Austin lost interest and lay down on his bed while I waited for Kenny to answer the phone. When he did, he said hello as always, but as expected, he sounded far from enthusiastic, so I cut right to the chase and asked, "What's wrong?"
