Lili Roberts, a struggling-confused teenager, has to identify his sexual identity, in order to seek his true self upon going through the sexual crisis of reaching adulthood. And attending a catholic school brings much more tension. Will Lili be able...
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Over the weekend, my phone couldn't stop buzzing from the notifications coming from the group that added me suddenly. I had to mute the group chat so I won't be notified every time someone sends a message to the group. After that, everything came back to normal. So I decided to check Mina's profile but I didn't get much information on her wall because it was very private—I couldn't even see her photos, mutual and other things. I was thinking that maybe just added the wrong person because that would be the best-case scenario that could happen or if it's intended, why does she mean by that? Am I part of that thing—they called Secret Society of Queer in which don't make sense to me.
Why I would end up there in the first place? And Mina doesn't know me personally. And I was never acquainted with her.
As I walk into the school grounds, heading into my class and I wasn't really trying to pay my attention to my surroundings until I saw someone familiar on the bench—though I just only see his back and I'm not sure if he was that person I'm thinking. I look at my watch and I still had ten minutes before the class starts and I decided to talk to him as I just wanted to clear something we talked about the last time because I didn't get to ask it when I'm about to get off the bus.
"Grant," I confidently call his name and he slowly turns his head to me and made me stop walking when I saw the bruised on his right cheeks. I instantly get worried and attended him, "hey what happened?" I asked and I put my hand on his shoulder but he shoved it away. I didn't mind, we're not that close that I'm touching him.
"Go away," he demanded and turn his back on me but I roam around and faces him. He gave me a sharp look, "can't you understand?" he said in gritted teeth.
"That look hurts," I commented and he smirks, maybe it really hurts. "You should go to the clinic and clean that bruised on your face, come one," I suggested and inviting him to get to the clinic but I guess this person wouldn't listen to me.
"I'm fine, I don't need anyone so go away."
"You don't look so fine," I commented once again and I hope it didn't irritate him. "Come on, let's clean it. I still have some time before class starts." I offered and put my bag down and let it sit on the bench. "Do you have some towel, anything that's cloth and water."
He grunted straightens his leg and slide his hands on his pocket and pull something from it and then I saw a handkerchief—in which, I don't know, not natural for him to have it on his pocket. He showed it to me, "I don't have some water."
"Good thing I have," I said and I pulled my water bottle from my bag. I grabbed the handkerchief from his hand and pour some water on it and make it wet. "I'll just clean the dirt from around the bruise, good thing it has no blood," I mentioned and he smirked. When I move closer to him, he looked at me judging by his looks. "What?" I asked.
