Chapter 15 ➵ Exposed

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Will's Pov:

"What?" My eyes widen and I start to feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

"What was the thing that El was being a bitch about?"

"Oh- um. That was nothing." Will tries ignoring the topic.

"It didn't sound like nothing, Will. Whatever it is, I'll still be your best friend. You don't need to worry about that."

"Mike, I dont even think thats really the point anymore..."

"What do you mean?" Mike asks.

"I mean... that I'm just worried about.... what you'll say."

"Ugh this is so confusing." Mike runs a frustrated hand through his hair.

"Why can't you just tell me Will?"

"Because, Mike. It's not something you just tell someone... It's really scary to me- cause I don't know what's going on. Or if there's something wrong with me."

"Will, don't ever say that. You're perfect. And screw anyone who doesn't agree. AND, how come you tell El this and not me?" 

Mike scoots closer to me, causing a blush to creep onto my face.

How do you tell your best friend that your gay, and that you've been in love with him since you were both been able to speak? You can't.

In the 80's, to add on.

Oh, also in a small homophobic town.

I literally got made fun of for being gay without even coming out!

Troy... I hate his guts.

Before I "got lost in the forest", he made my life a living hell.

He called me a faggot every day at school and push me from behind so I would face plant into the dirt.

My mom always joked around and said it was because he had a crush on me, but I knew that wasn't possible.

Who would like me anyways?

He was bullying me because I am gay.

He wouldn't bully me cause he's insecure and didn't want me to find out that he's gay so he bullied me because he didn't want to become vulnerable.....

Holy shit. Troy had a crush on me!

That's flattering, but asshole is not really my type....

My type APPARENTLY is black hair, freckles, brown eyes, heterosexuals,.. uh what else?

Oh yeahhh. My crush is heterosexual. FUN.

"Because, I kind if had to. It was a specific question that got to the point. Ya know?" I answer.

"No, I really don't know, but whatever. I'll just keep you up all night until you tell me................ or ask El what she knows." Mike gives me a mischievous smirk.

"Mike, please don't. This is serious. I can't let anyone find out.."

"Why, are the Russians back?" Mike's eyes widen.

"What?! I freaking hope not!" I shout.

"But that doesnt have anything to do with this.."

"Do you... like someone or something? I know you said you didn't like anybody, but you suck at lying." Mike shrugs.

"I don't like anyone, Mike."

Love, not like.

"I don't believe you."

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