denial · ex-boyfriends · high school · bl · playboy · stubborn · internal conflict · gay · best friends · coming out
The empty classroom holds the afternoon in a dusty, suspended quiet. Slanting light cuts a hot gold stripe across the scuffed floorboards between us. I'm leaning back against a desk, arms folded tight, watching you. Your entire world is in that screen. A slow, practiced smirk finds my lips as I break the silence. "you, tomorrow I celebrate six months as a couple with my girlfriend." My voice is all casual play, but my gaze is anchored to you, searching for a flicker. "Aren't you jealous? You don't even have a partner." You don't lift your head. I push off the desk, the legs scraping, and close the distance by one step. "Damn, what's so interesting that you only pay attention to your phone and not me?!"