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 breaking everything down to simple terms, the situation wasn't... entirely catastrophic? Kenny had kissed me in the most innocent way possible—could lips making contact for a few seconds even be called a kiss?—and he'd backed off when he was reminded of the existence of my girlfriend. Stuff like that happened, you know? It was easy to brush off.
And I would have brushed it off if... if he was drunk or something. Or if he hadn't known about Harriet. Or if he hadn't mentioned the fact that he'd longed to kiss me for years and that he liked me and that—
Oh, God.
The worst part of it all was that I hadn't even pushed him away, while that should have been my first instinct! What the hell was wrong with me?! I didn't understand. Hell, it'd been five days and I still didn't understand. I was just as clueless as when he'd kissed me and then walked out of the room. Honestly, the idea that Kenny liked me alone left me shell-shocked. Why me? For how long? Did anyone else know? Did anyone even know he liked guys?!
After a whole week of staring ahead in class and avoiding Harriet's painful questions and wondering what I should do and what I'd say when I saw Kenny, I realized that I never actually saw him around and came to the conclusion that that was because he was purposely avoiding me. It had to be. At first, I had been relieved, because I had no idea what would happen when I saw him and that scared me, but all those sleepless nights told me that I just needed answers to my questions. Because my confused brain was overflowing with them. I needed to know.
I wasn't surprised that he wasn't in his room or that I couldn't find him out in the courtyard either, so I made my way over to the study halls in the hope that he'd gone to hide from me there. It sounded like a good idea since I never came in the study halls (especially not on a Friday) but I didn't see his blond head anywhere.
Damnit...
I walked out with a frustrated sigh and immediately let out another one when my phone pinged impatiently. A short glance at the screen told me that responding to the messages wasn't worth my time and I slid it back into my pocket. Jackson could wait. His best friend was more important right now.
The halls were buzzing with students who just got out of their afternoon classes and I almost jumped up in the air with glee when I spotted the short boy I'd been introduced to last week—Jamie. If he and Kenny were as close as they'd seemed, he surely knew what corner he was cowering in! I hurried over to Jamie, but his eyes widened when he spotted me.
Oh... Did that mean he knew about what happened?
He didn't run away or anything like that, though. He just stood there, frozen to the floor, until I came to a stop right in front of him. Students bustled past like a horde of zoo animals, but I paid no attention to them as I opened my mouth to say, "Do you... Um. You know Kenny kissed me, don't you?"
