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XI

We approached Sheyaa and Miles, who were both sitting upon the bench that they always adorned. Miles was trying to reason with Sheyaa about something, who was sitting on his phone, speaking to Miles only occasionally. They both looked up as we neared them, Miles gathering a smile at the sight of Symere, and Sheyaa looking up, and then back down at his phone. We all greeted each other in the same fashion that we did every morning, and then Symere began:

"Miles, Sheyaa, there's something that I've gotta tell y'all." This caused Miles to sit back down on the bench, and for Sheyaa to finally look up from his phone and nod his head.

"I know this is gonna contradict a large percentage of what I have told you throughout our friendship, but truth is, I-I'm gay." Symere continued, starting to slightly cry. Before any words could be said, Sheyaa shot up from his seat on the bench. At first, I thought he was about to make some smart-ass remark, or hit Symere, or just straight-up leave, but instead, he grabbed Symere, and wrapped him in a tight hug. "Please, Symere, never feel like you have to hide something like that from me ever again." Sheyaa said to Symere, who nodded into Sheyaa's shoulder.

Miles quickly went over to join Sheyaa in hugging and comforting Symere, giving his own supportive words and the like.

"So is that why you've been hangin' wit that other guy recently?" Sheyaa asked, finally releasing Symere from his grip. Symere instantly began to look down at his shoes in what seemed like an act of nervousness. "Yeah, tell em' about Jordan, Symere." Amala reasoned. I looked over towards her with a "what are you thinking" look, even through I hadn't realized that I had not yet informed her of the events that conspired on Friday night.

Symere looked up, and announced "Ion give a fuck about Jordan no more; he a bitch-ass, homophobic piece-uh-shit." Amala looked confused, "Sy, what happened?" Symere couldn't seem to take it anymore, and broke down, with Miles putting his arm around him in an attempt to console him. "I poured my fuckin' heart out to Jordan, and what he do? He breaks my heart, and leaves me, just because I'm not like him." Symere tearfully told everyone. Everyone exchanged concerned looks with one another.

"I knew that muthafucka' was no good," Sheyaa mumbled, getting angry, "that blood, Jordan Carter, imma go pound his damn powdered, Carolinian ass." Just as Sheyaa was plotting, low and behold, Jordan and his cousin, Caleb Toliver, walk by, not even hesitating to speak with Symere or anyone else. Everyone except for Symere gave them stanky looks as they walked by, to little reaction.

As they approached the front door and opened it, Sheyaa shouted, "You better watch yo' ass, Carter!" Jordan turned his head around, to give a glare towards Sheyaa, who did nothing but return one. The warning bell for class rang, and I took Jordan to class, being sure to give him a tight hug and a reminder that our group would still love him no matter who he wanted to like, before allowing him to go off on his own.

Poor Symere; I don't get why that fucker would play him like that.

SYMERE:

First of all, fuck Jordan. That bitch didn't like me back, even after all the hints I gave, and he couldn't even handle the fact that I liked the gender he identified as. Oh well though, life goes on, and if Jordan was going to be the way he was on Saturday morning for the rest of high school, he can just stay the fuck outta my path. His ass should've just rotted back up in Charlotte, not making any sort of bank off of his stupid ass SoundCloud.

It was during my first class where I really began to theorize about what my next step was going to be. Now that Jordan was out of the picture, I could probably go ahead and get rid of the idea of me EVER dating him, and I should probably go ahead and get rid of my friendships with Caleb Toliver and Travis Scott. But now that I couldn't like Jordan, who should I like? The answer to my question was answered by someone shortly after second block in the hallway.

"Hey, Symere, how are you doing?" Montero asked, approaching me on the way to lunch. "Oh, hey Monty, how are you?" I asked.

"I'm doing alright, still sort of exhausted from the football game, to be real with you." he responded.

"I get that, but at least admit that it was fun."

"No, that's undeniable, but fun always makes me feel tired." I laughed, "Well then how are you not always tired then? You're literally one of the most fun people to be around."

Montero blushed, which made me blush, "Hey, Sy, it takes one to know one."

Going back to my earlier statement about my views on Montero, I wished to change some of my thoughts. He was wearing a red Nike jumpsuit, that managed to highlight the excellence of his body's shape, these tight, skinny jeans that made his ass look thiccccc as fuck, and wore expensive looking Nike Air Max's. He had just bought his hair back to its natural black color, from its previous, stand-out ice white color. He was just on the line of being fruity enough to know that he was gay, but he was still masculine enough to remain as attractive as the straight guys.

We talked all through the lunch line, about almost everything. As we grabbed our trays and went off to the numerous tables, he began to walk towards Jordan, Caleb, and Travis. Now judging off of what happened on Saturday, I couldn't imagine what Jordan might say to Montero. I grabbed Montero's arm, telling him, "Let's sit over here today, Monty."

Montero gave me a confused look, but reluctantly said, "Alright, then." I plopped myself down next to Rakim, and then plopped Montero down next to me, introducing him to all of my other friends. Both Nayvadius and Summer followed us over there, choosing not to sit with neither Billie and Nicki, nor Caleb, Travis and Jordan for that matter. It was then when I realized that maybe instead of Jordan, I might want Montero instead.