Straight? Nah.

Marcus

⤵️Some parts of this story may be a little "smutty". I apologize in advance. Includes: self harm, and smutty scenes.⤵️

  "I didn't know you had a diary..." "Livy what are you-" then I saw. My stupid sister Livy had my notebook. "Livy. Give. It. Back!" I begged. "No!" Livy hissed. "Please Livy...I'll do anything! Just please give it back." An evil grin spread across her face. "Ooh anything?" She flipped open the book. "No no no no no no! Please Livy don't!" To late. That bastard was reading everything with a smile wider than her face. "Twelve-four-fourteen. Everyone else has a girlfriend or at least a date for the Christmas dance. My ass is only going for the food. I can't help but feel really weird at the thought of guys in suits that look painted onto their body's. But girls are hot." Livy flipped the page grinning knowing she had hit the jackpot.
   I couldn't help it. I jumped on top of her. "Get off of me!" She yelled. "Give me back the book!" I yelled back. "No!" She screamed. Livy slapped me with the book. Her mistake. I ripped it out of her hands and ran upstairs to my room. Slammed the door shut and locked it. I could hear Livy stomping back to her room. Probably to text her stupid group chat about it. God I hate her. I was right. There was a muffled squeal from Livy's room. Great. Now all of her fan group knows. Fantastic!
  I checked my phone for any notifications but there was only one text from mom:

I'll be home in five. Need anything?

                                 No thanks I'm good.

               Ok.
   Just like she said five minutes later mom was banging on the door. Livy got to the door before I did. "Hey Markie!" Mom said. "Hey." I said trying to sound as normal as possible. "Are you ok Markie?" She asked. Behind her Livy had the same evil grin on her face. "Yeah." My voice was snippy. "Sorry!" Mom put her hands up in mocking surrender. "Here." She tossed me an apple. "Thanks." I mumbled not looking up at her. "Your not in trouble..." she said sweetly. Mom has this thing about her that even when you think she's gonna murder you she smiles. It scares the crap out of me. "Bad day at school!" Mom hummed. "Yeah." I lied. Livy was beaming. That little bitch.
   "I'm going to out." I yelled running up the stairs again. "Ok be back in three hours." Mom yelled back. Car keys and house keys are in my backpack I think? I grabbed my backpack with my homework and ran out of the house. The park was only a block away from home.