My Best Friend Is GAY?!? (boyxboy)

Part 2:

Part 2:

It's Monday. Mondays suck so bad. They are so awful and hateful.

I might be exaggerating.

Okay, so I am exaggerating.

Whatever.

It's lunch time. The best time of the day, the time when I don't to think about whether I'm going to pass my Government class-which would determine whether I graduate and move on to bigger and better things than StoneHill High. I don't have to think about my future. I can sit with my friends and eat the okay cafeteria food.

I can relax.

But the truth is, I can't.

Because my best friend might be gay.

He's sitting to the right of me and eating his food hungrily like he always does.

Our friends Ryan and Phil are talking to us but I'm not listening because my mind is all over the place. I can't control my thoughts anymore than I have already tried, so I get let my mind do it's thing and wonder Around the World in 80 Days.

Wait, what?

“I said, have you seen the movie Around the World in 80 Days?” Ryan asks from right across from me.

He startles me though and I start choking on my very greasy pizza. Cabe starts patting me on the back helping me get the rouge sticky cheese out of my esophagus.

“You okay? You've been spacing out all day,” Cabe says from next to me.

“Yeah,” I say, my voice raspy. “Fine. Just worried about some stuff,” I answer. I don't lie to Cabe. He doesn't lie to me. We tell each other everything.

So he can't be gay.

I'd know.

He'd tell me.

“Government,” he says, but it's not a question, so I just take a drink of my milk.

“So, anyway!” Ryan continues on with one of his famous extremely long rants about his latest favorite movie and actors in it.

Sometime when I zoned out, the conversation changed to the party this last weekend and I listen in like a good little investigator. If Cabe was going to say anything about the boy from the party, I'd be now, right?

Knowing Cabe, probably not. But I listened in eagerly anyway.

“Man! It was awesome! I want to go to another one!” exclaimed Ryan, slightly bouncing up and down in his seat.

“Ditto! Those college kids sure know how to party, huh?” said Phil from right next to Ryan and across from Cabe.

There were college kids there?

“They did didn't they!” Cabe said.

“And to think, next year guy, we'll be one of them!” Phil said happily and sighed. Then reality hit me with a harsh blow to the head with a 600 page Government textbook.

I thunked my head onto the blue scribbled on-by me and Cabe and Ryan and Phil-lunch table and groaned. “If I pass Government,”.

They all snickered at my pain and changed the subject.

I continue eating but out of the corner of my eye I watch Cabe like a hawk. I don't know what I'm looking for, it's not like he'd have 'I'm secretly gay and hiding it from my best friend' tattooed on his arm under his sweatshirt.

But then I catch it.

It wasn't a quick thing, but if you weren't looking for it, you wouldn't have caught it.

Cabe looked over as some random guy walked by the edge of the table we all sat at. No, he wasn't looking at the guys outfit or shoes.

He was checking out his ass.

His expression looked bored but his eyes followed the guy all the way down the line of lunch tables until he turned out of sight.

He bit the side of his lip undetected then continued on with his lunch.

MY BEST FRIEND JUST CHECKED OUT A GUYS ASS.

But that doesn't necessarily mean he's gay does it?

As I ponder this I finish my pizza and stand up from the seat and walk to the trash can a few feet away from our table to throw away my trash.

I stop as I stand in front of the trash can, eyes big, and realization hits me.

IS HE CHEAKING ME OUT RIGHT NOW?!

No, of course not. He's my best friend, and gay or not, I'm not even that attractive. I mean, I'm okay, but I'm no Red-head-from-the-party and I'm definitely no Cabe Johnston, that's for sure.

Besides, if he was I should be flattered right?

GOD I FEEL SO SELF CONSCIENOUS RIGHT NOW.

I catch myself thinking I should do more squats.

But, that's normal, I'm assuming, right? To be thinking these things when you're still trying to figure out if your best friend is gay? I'm overreacting, I know that much, but I also know that no matter what, Cabe is still Cabe.

Gay or not.

Penis or vagina.

God, why the hell did I think that?

“Tag?”

“Uwah!” I jump and my lunch goes straight into the trash can in front of me. Well that's one way to throw it out.

“You okay dude?” Cabe asks from behind me, placing a concerned hand on my shoulder. I nod. “Good, lets get you back to the table before you scare the poor little freshmen girls anymore than you already have.” And I notice, for the first time since we sat here at the beginning of the year, that a small group of freshmen girls sit at the table across from ours and in front of the garbage can.

I say sorry and walk with Cabe back to our lunch table.

I am 65 percent sure my best friend is gay.

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