Hailey's friends were all around you, bullying you like every day, for being lesbian. But today was different. Well, the band was still harassing you, one of them pinning you roughly against the lockers while another was emptying your bag, but their leader, the popular and mean Hailey, was quiet. Because you knew. And she knew you knew.

It was the day before. Hailey was alone for once, without her fake friends. And from where you were, you had seen her crying. You had comforted her, and after some minutes, she had kissed you. When she realized what she had done, she had run away. But it was too late. You had felt the passion as her lips had pressed against yours. And to be honest, you had liked it too. But it wasn't the subject. No, the thing was that the homophobic Hailey was herself gay, and had a big crush on you.