Status: Completed!

Simple Math: Hate=Love

Part 3

“Hey there. Babe.”
“Fuck off me!” I snarled.
“Feisty this morning, aren‘t we?”
“Why are you even here?”
“Hey! Easy. Locker. 303, duh.” he chuckled throwing me aside, “and you may wanna watch where your going next time.”
“I meant to do that.” No, I didn’t. And I knew when I lied it could be simply read of my face but I tried.
“Sure, don‘t expect me to catch you next time, I don‘t do guys like you.”
“Not going to! Only a total idiot would go out with you! AND I‘M STRAIGHT!!” I yelled almost straining my throat.
“We‘ll see about that…” he said coolly as he put his stuff away took what he didn’t need.
For a second when I heard that I just replayed everything in my head. Was I straight…? I never thought about that way. I never even thought any way. I gave no sparks when kissing a girl but that’s only regular right? It’s not some fantasy book. Well…I never kissed a guy…I never found a girl attractive but that’s only regular right? I found…some guys just a bit hot…like Ronnie Radke…NO! I’M STRAIGHT! And this is no time to be questioning and clearing my sexuality because I already know I am STRAIGHT! Or so I think…NO! NO! N-…I’m straight and now I will shut up about it and get my stuff go to class and enjoy this confusing sad happy day.