As soon as I got home, I ran downstairs to my room and just sat on my bed, my head in my hands. This wasn't right. This wasn't right. Alex kissed me. He fucking kissed me! And what's worse: I think I liked it.
But I'm not gay. There's no way I was gay. I've had girlfriends... Could I be bi?
No. Definitely not. I couldn't be. I've never had feelings towards a guy before...
... Before... Alex...
No. Damn it, Jack. Stop it! You don't like Alex. You're straight. You have a girlfriend... sort of. But it still counts... right?
I ran my hands through my hair. And Alex probably hates me. I just ran out of there and left him hanging without an explanation. What if he thinks I hate him? Oh, God. Things are going to change between us for sure, now. How am I supposed to face him tomorrow? What am I going to do? I'll never be able to look at him the same way again.
He kissed me... He kissed me...
And I couldn't help but want more...
... Am I gay?

Notes

Okay, so, just a little dip into Jack's mind to get his side of the whole situation.

-Ryan

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