Glass Hearts - Chapter Five

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Azuki 3:28 PM - Thursday, November 13 *Back to the present* "So anyways. I'm tired of y'all being gay and depressed and emo, can we be happy before I force ALL of you to become my make-up stars," I said aloud to the brooding emo guys in front of me, just sitting there. Asahi isn't emo, but he's being used as a pillow for one, so technically, in my world, that counts. "You hear that Aoki?" Asahi muses, shifting in his lap so that he can actually face his boyfriend. "Your perfect absolute eyeliner is gonna be ruined if you don't get up, according to Azuki only," he practically giggles out as Aoki just groans and pulls him closer, causing the already giggling boy to giggle louder. This is my life. Just being a third-wheel to couples all over the place in my friend group. I take it with pride, actually. Knowing that they'll never actually have a crush on my because they're all gay. That's right. All of them. Every. Single. Guy. In this friend group. Is gay. It sounds dramatic, but I'm a drama queen, what can I say? I like to keep it that way. It may only be just three guys, but in a school full of homophobes, that's a lot. Soran's still being depressed about who knows what. Actually, I heard that he was earlier spotted with Logan Aquile, the football star. Which is surprising enough because the gay twink has a crush on him. It's funny watching him stumble over his words around the guy. Not me though. That could never be me. I like girls. All of 'em. Curvy, flat, wide, obese. All. Of. Them. Gah, I wish this school had more different kinda women. They're all straight and gushing over a gay guy---Logan. Nobody knows he's gay, but he gives out the vibe that he probably would enjoy it if he kissed someone other than a girl for once. I must've been in my head for too long, because the next thing I know, I have all three gay boys staring at me. "What?" I spit out, my faux annoyance coming in to play by default. "You were so lost in your own head. Thinking of all the kitties you wish existed here?" Aoki coos out, a knowing smirk on his face and an eyebrow raised. Soran's still quiet for the most part, but he's actually looking at me--for now. "Oh yeah, definitely. Gah, I wish this school was so much more diverse than all the women just 'Oh my gosh!! Look at him!! He's so hot! Ahhh!!!'" Asahi laughed at my imitation of a pick-me voice. It's actually kind of a shame that I only realized now that I'm a lesbian. A few months ago I would've been going strong in a relationship with a guy. Actually, I was. I just realized how tired he made me feel and then---boom. Figured out I'm a lesbian. The guy, however... He was actually kinda arrested for selling hardcore drugs... Never would I have thought he'd be sellin' m3+h on the side of the street, but yet again, he was pretty sketchy. Aoki wasn't fond of him, and Aoki smokes weed. That says something. But anywho, he got arrested in August and is now receiving fifteen plus years in prison. Damn. Guess the drug industry really isn't the way to go for quick, hard cash. "Oh hey. Isn't that the quarterback that Soran's completely head over heels for?" Aoki asks out of the blue. And sure enough, as I turn around, I see Logan walking towards us. And he sits down beside Soran?? What chemistry class did I miss, because the cauldron is spewing with secrets, hello?? "Oh, hey..," Soran murmurs out, scooting over but Logan sits closer than friendly. There's *definitely* chemistry. "I just wanted to check up on you after, y'know, earlier," Logan replies, looking down at Soran with *something* in his eyes. I can't tell if it's love, lust, or something else entirely. After a beat of silence, I speak up, being the weird sentence friend I am. "So did y'all suc|< each other's d1ch|<s or what??" Silence, as I expected. Everyone's just staring, but *someone* had to ask the very obvious b|_|lg3 in the p+s. Aoki just shakes his head lightly, laughing underneath his breath. Asahi hits his arm lightly, but I know that Kandi loving twink is laughing too. "...Azuki.." Soran starts, face red. "Did you take some of your ex's crack or what?" Everyone goes silent again, and I swear I just heard an astronaut take a sh1+ on the moon. "...I don't smoke, nor do crack, *dumb@$$,"* I mumble out, slipping my hoodie on, which pretty much dulls my body down until it looks nothing like before. My shorts are practically gone, same as my +i+s, so now I just look pretty flat---which I'm not, but my ex is a kinda touchy topic for me.