Novel & Cerita Byul I Think I

He’s not up for a research in that particular thing, it’s just—a goddamn waste of time! Byul gave him a cringed look, unconvinced with his words. Who doesn’t watched porn? Him? Are you kidding??! He laughed at the thought, he really couldn’t believe it. He trembled, holding his stomach then he wipe his slightly formed tears “The hell man, everyone does it, don’t make me laugh.”

’, I thought. . . . #TBC

Game on, I thought. I submit.

____ Something to think about. A. Gupta

"I've been obsessed with you since freshman year, Oakley. I bullied you because I was confused. I still am" "I didn't know what to do with it. I'm not even gay. Fuck I'm not even straight. The only thing in the last four years that's gotten me hard, was you. The only thing I cared about was you. I was shitty, I was so shitty. I was confused, and my dad- that doesn't matter, but I took it out on you. I should have never done that. I was immature... childish. All of it. But I'm sorry Oakley. I'm so sorry"

she suggested, her tone gentle but firm, like she was coaxing a scared child out of hiding. “What am I supposed to say?” I asked, my frustration bubbling up. “Stop having fun with your childhood friend? He’s not even doing anything wrong.” I let out a shaky breath, the panic building inside me. “She said, ‘I love you’ to him, and he didn’t say anything back. Just ‘thank you.’ He didn’t touch her or anything. He was just… nice. But he really likes her as a person, and he doesn’t remember me. What if…”

Does he think I am gay too? Oh boy!

"Mmhh... Byan..." ***

He refused to meet my gaze as he stammered out a quick goodbye before walking away. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something had changed between us. He had humiliated me in front of everyone by posting that video, but here we were, lost in our own little moment. It was so confusing. I scolded myself for letting my guard down. After all, he was my bully, the one who had posted that humiliating video of me. I should have hated him. I hit my head with my hands, trying to push away the confusing thoughts as I continued walking to class.

I think I'm at the point where I'm too afraid to know the truth, if indeed it was all a lie. My thoughts lit a fire under me, it seemed, and I dug out the old book I used to scribble my thoughts which usually turned into songs in. I was exactly where I'd left it the last time I was in here. I could see that day in my mind now, as clear as if it was yesterday.