ANTHONY’S POV
He did not break up with Crystal.
I groaned and rolled over on my bed as I listened to Blake and my sister through the now-magically-thin walls of my bedroom. They were so irritatingly sweet with each other I found myself gagging every once in a while. But inasmuch as I was getting severe second-hand embarrassment from all their sickening sweetness, it was absolutely nothing compared to the first-hand embarrassment I got from having shared my feelings with Blake earlier today.
I hate being gay…
I cringed so hard remembering this statement I made and screamed into my pillow. The lovely couple in the next room were too engrossed with each other to even pay me any heed.
Why, oh why, did I say that? What was I thinking telling him that I hated being gay? He didn’t have to kn
