Homophobe...

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He grabs my hair forcing me to lift my head from out of my thighs. He looks me right in the eye to try to read the answer from within me. I just look back petrified. "So you do like me…" Riley concludes to himself. I bite my lip in an attempt to not be too upset. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t, cry, don’t cry, don't cry! But despite the mantra I can feel my eyes becoming glossy. I screw my eyes shut tight so I don’t have to see Riley’s face since I’m too terrified to actually see his face and know how he’s reacting to it. He realeses my hair and I go back into my postrating position. "Please don't hate me for this!" I cry out in a strained whisper. I truly honest to god believed that I was about to lose my best friend. I get that friends should be able to support each other but, you can only compromise your opinions and beliefs so many times. I don't care if he's a homophobe no matter how much that hurts me but I don't want to lose him as a friend because he's too grossed out by me to even hang out with me. I'm not sacrificing my identity for him per say, I'm just not being the most open about it is all. I know usually friends can agree to disagree but with something like this it can most commonly only make or break a friendship. I get that I don't have a chance with him. I understand that he's most likely straight and sooner or later going to find himself in a happy relationship. I can't be mad or jealous of him for doing that. It might hurt a little but I'd rather just be in his life a little bit then not at all. I get that could be a little toxic or be deemed a toxic friendship but it's not his fault at all. All through these raging emotions as if I'm some sort of emotional pubescent girl on her period a part of me just wants to jump him.

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