(Book Three) Being in love is tough, being in highschool is hard, being in love, gay, and in highschool is harder. But my best friend, who happens to be my girlfriend, is worth fighting for.
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This is Book Three of the series.
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Ari and I walk up to a darkened house.
It's two stories high, beautiful, and located in a similar neighborhood to Ari's. The same neighborhood as we are within walking distance. The houses surrounding it have cars like BMWs, Audis, and Mercedes all parked in front of large three-door garages. There are perfectly groomed and maintained lawns with green grass and flowery landscapes. It's the kind of neighborhood doctors and lawyers lived in. In fact, Rosa's parents were lawyers.
As I said before, I'm a pushover. Before the end of the day, I'd already given into Ari. I'd rather be at home in bed or studying but instead, I'm standing on the porch at a house party filled with people I don't care to be around.
In the window, Ari's friends are smiling and laughing with red cups gripped in their hands. They are too happy like they're playing a part in a movie.
"How do I look?" Ari asks.
I turn my head slightly to look her up and down.
"Gorgeous," I say quickly and without thought.
She groans and rolls her eyes at me.
"Why do I even bother asking you? You didn't even look."
She's always beautiful in my eyes, but maybe she has a point. A good best friend should have her back on this and she's still my best friend. Critically this time, I scrutinize her and try to remove the rose-colored glasses love has firmly cemented to my face.
This high school social gathering is a hot tube party. Staring at her is giving me flashbacks from last year and the not-so-innocent photos of her appearing on the Dirty.
Her hair is down in loose waves again and damp from her shower. She'd only moments ago pulled it free from atop her head and it's hanging low down to her waist. She's wearing shorts and the straps of her colorful bikini is visible underneath her tank top. She truly is gorgeous and sexy. I'm struggling to find anything I'd change.
I want nothing more than to grab her hand and go back to her place. We could spend the night alone together and safe in each other's arms. But instead of running away with her, I reach over a tuck a tag underneath her bathing suit. It'd been sticking out.
