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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Nazy hadn't given me a time period in which I was supposed to tell Harriet, so I defiantly kept lounging around in my room, pretending like I was still sick, avoiding my responsibilities. Unless someone came to force me to do it, I didn't have to. I could keep hiding from Harriet for as long as I wanted to.
I missed her, though... I contemplated going out just to see her without telling her anything, but that sounded like a stupid idea. She'd notice, and I'd feel bad. And even worse, she would probably tell her friends that I wasn't sick anymore, so Nazy would know that I chickened out and she would kill me this time for sure.
Fine, I'll do it.
But how? How did people do these things? I couldn't just walk up to her and say 'I kissed someone', right? And I didn't want to give her that stupid line that everybody gave their significant other when they wanted to break up, either. 'We need to talk.' Cue Harriet bursting into tears.
Ah, but she'd probably do that anyway.
Fuck, I couldn't do this!
I turned on my phone to distract myself, but I only had a message from Nazy and, unlike all the other messages I'd ignored up till now, I had to respond to this one. I didn't want Nazy to tell Harriet. She deserved to hear it from her own boyfriend. I knew that. I just didn't know how.
Nazy: Have you told her?
Me: Not yet
Nazy: Do it today.
Me: But I'm not ready
Nazy: No buts you fucking pussy. I already told her to go over.
Me: NAZY NO WTF
Me: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT
To my disappointment, she completely ignored me after that, which could only mean one thing. Harriet was coming and I was absolutely fucked. I tossed my phone on my bed and sprinted to the shower, because I probably looked and smelled like a hobo, and Hugo just watched me jumping up and running around like someone who'd escaped from the insanity ward without saying a single word. Sometimes I felt like he was only around to witness me being a total moron.
I didn't even know when Harriet would come! How long did I have to mentally prepare myself? How long did I have until I became a single man?!
I washed my hair as quickly as I could, since this would be the absolute worst time to have shower thoughts, and jumped out, still half wet, pulling on new clothes without wasting a second. By the time I'd returned to my room, I realized my clothes were stuck to my damp skin and then decided I couldn't care less.
