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• Chapter fifty-one: Do it for me

𝘿𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚

It's been two days since the prom and being out to everyone, apart from my family who do not live in America, is incredibly refreshing.

I am no long nervous while holding Alex's hand as we walk around anywhere within a twenty mile radius of our school. If someone from our school sees us, my heart doesn't start pounding, breath hitching as I snatch my hand away. Now, I tighten my hold on my boyfriend's hand. confidence booming in me without fear in my mind. I think nothing of it anymore.

Alex decided to commemorate us coming out as a couple to the school by posting a picture of us on Instagram. I did the same. We received a lot of supportive comments and dms, and by that I mean a lot. People who I don't know and even go to a different school reminded us of their support. As Alex has a lot of followers, my follower count also increased. It feels weird, the attention, not knowing whether or not their words of support are genuine of just to look like a good person; them making snarky comments towards queer people in private or not saying a word when their boyfriends spit slurs at a gay couple. I'm grateful nonetheless, I guess.

We're currently sat in my car after shopping for paint at Home Depot while Chloe is at the apartment with Sofia and Eva.

Even though we did hold hands in there, Alex has seemed off since breakfast and I can tell he's annoyed or pissed off or agitated, although I can't specifically put my finger on it. I'm nervous it's about me. I haven't done anything wrong to my knowledge, but maybe he did something or said something I shouldn't have without knowing.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

Alex is slightly slumped in his seat, his eyes fixed on something out the window. He shakes his head as he mumbles out, "Nothing, I'm fine."

My heart rate is stupidly high. He has a lot to be pissed off about, so assuming that it's about me isn't the best way to go, but I can't help it. I'm scared of anything happening between us, and I'm not sure how I'd handle it if we had a fight. I'd probably have a breakdown.

"No, you're not. You seem pissed off. Tell me what's wrong," I say, placing a hand on his leg. This causes him to look at me. "Please."

Alex sighs, "You're right, I am pissed off."

Called it. Oh no. I will my hands to stop sweaty. This is the only time I've ever not known why he's pissed off. If it's about me...that's scary.

"At me?" I question.

My boyfriend sits up at this and takes ahold of the hand I had rested on his leg. "No, of course not, baby," He assures me, and I let out a breath. For Chrissake, anxiety. You can go away now. "Just some stuff people have said." He continues.