Just Another Lie, Right? [Kleinsen]

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We all know Jared's a kinky boy, right? And that he's gay?
He also falls asleep in this chapter.
[Basically what I'm trying to say is that this gets pretty spicy but it's not like smut or anything so just buckle up]
Another warning: this is probably a filler chapter oops.

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I walked in to my house and slammed the door.

What. The. Hell.

I didn't even know what to think at this point.

I just ran home from Evan's, trying to keep it cool, while inside I'm boiling.

I'm not really exactly sure why I'm angry. Maybe because I didn't see it coming. Should I have seen it coming?

There's so many things wrong with what just happened.

Evan's straight, for one. At least that's always what he's told me. He never mentioned guys being cute or having any attraction to them, so I've kinda always assumed that. I'd think, being his only friend and all, if he was queer, he'd tell me.

Then again, I'm kinda an asshole to him most of the time. Why do I expect him to tell me things?

Maybe that's why I'm angry. I've been an asshole to him our entire lives. Why would he like me?

I trudged up to my room and sat on my bed, taking off my shoes.

He just broke up with Zoe. Like two hours ago. Is it normal to kiss someone two hours after breaking up with a girl you've crushed on since sophomore year? I don't think so.

This doesn't seemed to be aligned correctly.

I took out my phone, turning it on. Surprise, I already had 4 texts from you-know-who.

Jared are you okay
Jared please.
I'm sorry, okay?
I don't know what happened.

Oh really, Evan? You don't know what happened? You don't know that we were pillow fighting over pizza? You don't know that you cause me to fall on top of you, my face right above yours? You don't know that you kissed me?

You don't know that I kissed back?

Why did I kiss back? Another reason why all of this seems like a dream. No, a nightmare. I don't think of Evan like that. Sure, my mind has wondered into danger zones when it comes to boys, but doesn't everyones'? I've had a few thoughts recently about Evan and I walking through a forest. But those were just thoughts! I've never actually thought of Evan like that.

Not really.

I rolled over and my sight got caught on a book on my bookshelf.

My old journal.

Why isn't that in the trash?

I hated my past self.

I threw it across the room. I didn't need my past self to remind me that I'm a moron.

Before I could think better of it, I took out my phone and responded to Evan.

Dude, Chill out.
It's fine.
We're good.
My mom legitimately just needed me home for dinner.

That was a lie, but still. I didn't want Evan all over me trying to apologize.

I decided I should probably just sleep. Sleeping helps me calm down.

I silenced my phone so I wouldn't hear Evan responding and put it on my nightstand. I didn't even bother to take off my jacket or turn off the lights before falling asleep.