MICHELLE's P O V
‘‘I'm sorry, I...,’’ he raked his fingers through his hair in an exasperated manner before plopping his body down on the bed next to mine. ''I'm not sure what possessed me to do it. I just… I just can’t understand my feelings. I don’t know if I’m gay or what, and I always find myself wondering why I feel this way towards a guy like you. I know in myself that I’m straight. But why? Why the hell am I feeling this way to you. f**k!’’
He clenched his fist and punched the bed, making me scoot away from him. A tear suddenly escaped from my eye, and it glistened in the dark as it fell on my lap. I wasn’t crying because I was scared of him. It was a tear of joy, mixed with astonishment.
I couldn’t believe that he fell for me even though he knew that I was a boy. He even
