Contrary || l.p.

6. Tag Along

It was lunch time and my friends and I sat in Glee Club, silently chewing our food and finishing up homework for our next classes.

As for me, I couldn't concentrate on any trigonometry question, for the haunting question swirled in my mind: Why would someone be afraid of sharing their favorite author?

It was bothering me a lot more than it should have, and for some reason, I just couldn't figure out why. I didn't know whether or not it was because I thought Liam didn't trust me, or because I was just overthinking everything.

I sighed and turned to my friends. "Would you guys be embarrassed of your favorite author?" I randomly asked, causing my friends to give me weird looks.

Jay looked up from his salad, clearly confused. "Well that's an odd question to ask."

"I know, right?" Samantha scoffed and said, "Why must you know?" while also wearing the same confused face.

I realized that what I said was completely out of the ordinary, so I decided to let it go. I shook my head. "Never mind. Forget I said anything," I muttered and expected them to drop the question.

"No, don't do that," Sterling pouted, making me groan. "Why are you asking something as random as what you usually say?"

"I said it's nothing. You can drop it," I whined, giving him a playful shove.

"Wait," Ava said with her index finger in the air. "I think I know what this is about."

Well shit, of course she would know. She was there.

"Is this about seeing Liam at work yesterday?" she accused, wearing a sly smile on her face.

I widened my eyes. "What?! No!" I scoffed and crossed my arms, trying my best to avoid eye contact with any of them.

"Judging by that reaction..." Sterling mumbled with a similar sly smile.

I huffed as I rolled my eyes. "Shut up and eat your sandwich."

He smirked and gladly took a bite of the ham and cheese sandwich that he had prepared himself.

"Is it really bothering you that much?" Ava asked me.

I sighed and took a bite of my burrito. "Okay, maybe a little. I just don't see how someone would be embarrassed of an author."

"Not unless his favorite author was the person who wrote 50 Shades of Grey. Honey, I read those books," Jay smiled, "and I'm not embarrassed, but he might be."

"You're not embarrassed because you're gay, Jason," Samantha told him.

"And I'm proud." He winked with a kissie face.

I chuckled and proceeded eating my burrito, hoping that something would happen so that we could just stop talking about it. Just then, my cell phone buzzed (thank God) and my mother's name appeared on the notification list.

I reached for my phone in advance, and opened my messages to read what she sent.