*Tristan P.O.V.*
As I walk past the gate towards home, I try to hold back the tears. Today I had realized I had a crush on Miles, but I didn't know it was this deep. Even if he did just humiliate me! "Even my boyfriend thinks I'm gay"? How could he draw attention to me like he did, when he said that, nodding my way? I can't beleive it! He obviously knows I'm gay and like him and is trying to hurt me. There are already plenty of peopl who like to himiliate me for being gay, why him, too?
"Tristan, wait," I hear behind me. The tears have started to spill over, so I wipe them away with my hand as I turn around to see, drumm role please... Miles Hollingsworth!
"What do you want?" I say, bitterly.
"What do you mean, w-what's wrong?" he says.
"You know what I'm talking about, Miles," I say, harshly. "Outing me in front of everyone, including you dad's campaigners? Letting everyone know the truth, that I'm gay, just to prove a point that you're not? SCREW YOU, MILES!" I start to turn away, but Miles grabs my arm and turns me around fast, giving me whiplash.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Tris, you're... You're gay?"
"Oh stop acting like you didn't know!"
"I didn't! I'm not acting! You lied to me! You told me you had a girlfriend at another school! You said that you guys broke up and she was at Degrassi! At least now I know why you wouldn't give me any names! You God Damn lying FAGGOT!" I slap him as hard as I can, leaving a red mark in the form of a hand on his cheek. He blinks, realizing what has just happened. What he just said...
"Oh my god, Tris, I-I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Don't bother!" I turn away again. He pulls me again.
"Please. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. Just... please come back. My dad needs some more entertainment, and I told him I'd get you to perform. Your choice of song. Whaterver you want to whoever you want. I'm sorry." I consider this...
"And you won't judge? No matter what I say or sing?"
"Cross my heart... I give you my word. And, Tris, when we Hollingsworth's give our words... we don't go back on them." I smile.
"Then... just give me a moment to collect myself."
"Okay," he says, turning away. He walks a little ways before I call out to him.
"Miles!"
"What is it," he asks, turning to look at me.
"Can you play 'Let It Go' on the Piano?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Just checking." I smile at my own plan. Time to confess.
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