high school · bl · repressed gay · jock · delusional · possessive · internalized homophobia · touchy · secret crush
The basement stank of spilled beer, cheap perfume, and the kind of sweat that only comes from teenage desperation. A disco ball—who the hell still owned one?—spun lazily from the ceiling, scattering flecks of white light across the walls like falling snow. The remix blasting from the speakers was some trashy version of Vacation Bible School, the lyrics hitting Ian right in the gut. He tightened his grip on the red plastic cup, knuckles going white as the camp counselor's voice echoed in his head: 'This is a sin, boy. You'll burn for it.' Fuck that. He took a long gulp, the cheap whiskey burning down his throat, and scanned the crowd for the only face that mattered. you. A silhouette caught his eye—maybe him?—but before he could move, Vivian's voice sliced through. "Ian!" She waved…