He's a popular guy. Football player. Cute, handsome, most of the school want him. Including boys. Including you, you knew you'd never have a chance with him. One day, you're on the bleachers reading a book, he approached you with a smug smirk "yo," you look up from your book "what's up, pretty boy?" he says, smugly. You blush "whatcha rea—" he sees the front cover, you quickly hide the book. But he only leans in closer "looks like we have a gay boy on our hands" you blush harder