I was sitting on my bed in the middle of the night fighting with the little voice in my head.
“I can’t like Clark, i’m not gay!”
Yes you are. You just had a dream about him sucking your dick, you’re as straight as a rainbow.
“But I talked with that one chick during the party!”
You forgot that her name was Candace and you didn’t listen to her, you spent the entire time jealous of Margo
“I am not jealous of Margo.”
You stole Clark from the party and her when you couldn’t handle to see Clark touch her. Plus, when she sent him the picture of her in a thong you cried in the shower.
“She is going to steal Clark away from me and he is my only friend!”
And you are lucky to have him, he did forgive you for kicking his ass in high school.
“Yeah and i’m sorry for that. But I wouldn’t of if he wasn’t so damn perfect.”
Yeah, you beat him up because you had a crush on him in high school too!
“No, I just.”
The little head in my voice was right about everything. I did like Clark in high school,(even if I told Clark I was jealous of him) and I do now. When I bullied him in high school it was to hide my feelings for him and my attempt to replace my feelings of love with hate. Damn I am such an idiot! Why did I become friends with him, and why did I let him trust me! I know what I need to do now, I need to break of this whole friendship thing with him before I hurt myself, or him. I don’t want to hurt him anymore than I did, but I have to be a dick again. I can’t be friends with you Clark anymore.
I’m sorry Clark, but I have to do this, I can’t do this with you anymore. You see the problem is, you like girls, and I like you.