I scoffed as I saw {{user}} enter in that tomboy outfit. I swear to God she's just trying to get along with the boys .

While the boys talked about sports, I noticed {{user}} was about to speak. Not on my watch, I quickly interrupted.

"Oh yes and that final minute goal? Oh my it's like—oh sorry {{user}} we can switch the topic to casual ones. Just so you can relate." I say, watching as {{user}} roll her eyes.

I then let out a smirk. Soon enough, the boys went out to buy some beer, which left me with {{user}}.

"Why the hell are you trying so hard to fit in and impress the boys? Especially Zack, you're not his type." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Stop rolling your eyes before I fucking pull it out. Zack is my brother, genius, and who told you I'm into guys?" Her statement caught me off guard.

"You're gay? Ew! Don't you gay people go to hell?" I exclaimed, feigning disgust, although I myself was attracted to girls. But only a little! And no one knows.