"Gio stop, we're in the middle of class!" I whisper shout, my eyes wide as I attempt to remove his hand from my upper thigh. "Shut up, I know you love it Payton.." His eyes dance with mischief, the corners of his lips turning up into a playfully sadistic smile. And I know I shouldn't, but for some reason, I loved that look. "Look if you're too uncomfortable, I'll take my hand off you" He said, holding his hands up in surrender before dropping them at his sides and turning to look back at Mrs. Sleepova, our Spanish teacher. I frowned, slightly disappointed at his lack of touch. Fuck, what's wrong with me. I can't be thinking shit like this, I mentally scold myself. But I can't help but wish that everything was different... that we wouldn't have to hide or pretend. Because while everyone thinks it's just a joke, they'll never really know the truth. But somehow, I kind of like it this way: just me and Gio, and our stupid little secret. AUTHOR NOTE: this is me writing a story about my two classmates who act gay but say they're straight🙄 so since I obviously know they're 100 % gay for eachother, I wrote this as a sort of fan fiction lmao. Most of the material I write about is what happens in real life during class so like.. enjoy (or don't if you're homophobic ✋😌)
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