Austin hugging Gunnar, the school fag. Out of no where I thought of Gunnar striping. xxx18 I turn away and slammed my body back first into the wall. I turned the hall into the empty wing of the school where I always met him. For the next few minutes we bullshitted a little bit. Please rate this and leave comments. I mean we’ve survived everything from broken bones and injuries to our teen hearts being broken together. My mind went to places I sometimes wish it didn’t. ‘Was Austin gay” I asked myself
All the times we made fun of Gunnar and any other kid that dared to whisper to anyone that were gay. Again, what was I thinking.
