My Kik-Ass Boy Girlfriend (BoyxBoy)

Eleven

So... I started reading books that are published, but not here on Wattpad and I've got to say Jeff Erno might be one of my favorite gay novel authors. I finished four of the books in his Dumb Jock series and I'm starting the Puppy Love series like... right now. I think it was the BDSM theme that caught my attention. However, I'm expecting a lot of heartbreak on this one. I just hope it doesn't leave me permanently emotionally damaged... You guys should try it! :D

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“What?” I asked oh-so-innocently. Honestly, I don’t know what was up with Martin. Why was he so mad over this? Was I not a good enough actor that he found out I was being serious about the was I was talking to this ’S K’ person? Did he have something against gay people?

I don’t even know what to think of Martin anymore. I guess it’s also my fault if Martin was actually gay and he’s using Jenna as a cover. I mean, I did also hide my own sexuality from him by creating my fake girlfriend Alice. She’s too good to be true. And I’m too gay for it to be true.

Okay, so not too gay. At least I don’t think so. I’ve seen a lot of effeminate women around and I’m sure I act nothing like them. It’s not that I have anything against them or anything, it’s just that if I want to keep own own cover, it’s best not to show anything — especially if I’m unsure of how people would take my being gay around here.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with you, Martin?” Dana asked. Martin’s voice still resonated throughout the room even after almost a minute. His reaction to my message was filled with so much power and emotion that it struck us all hard enough to engrave the sound in our head. 

I saw Nelson cock his head to the side. “Well?” he asked as he raised an eyebrow. Nelson had his arms crossed as he stared at Martin with curious eyes. 

Martin seemed to come out of his daze and I saw his head flick in realization. “I-I…” he stammered, his eyes as wide as dishes. I stared at him, waiting for a response, but his breathing became labored and his eyes kept darting back and forth as he tried to look for an excuse. I can tell he was starting to tremble.

Out of nowhere, Martin ran as fast as he could out of the room, slamming the door shut. All three of us followed him with our gaze as we stood shocked with our jaws dropped when the door shut close. 

“Uh…” I started, too fazed by Martin’s odd actions. I’ve never seen Martin more nervous in my life. Well, I’ve only known him for about five years, but still he’s never been that out of it.

He would usually be the outgoing person. Someone who always had something to say. This was the only time when he ran out of words. It’s weird how much he’s changed in just a few days. Just last week, he was still the same loud person he was. But ever since he started to notice me and talk to me, he’s become more reserved. Well, somewhat.

Sure I said that I could never successfully avoid him, but even with him talking to me every now and then, it’s not the same as when he actually started to try to get to know me. I also noticed how he’s been staring at me from a distance a lot especially when we’re out in the cafeteria.