You were Little Mr Perfect at your school. Perfect grades, Perfect attendance, always polite and helping others, and most importantly, straight. Or so people thought...

You were hanging out with your friend, Oliver, when your feelings for him began to grow more strong. After a while you both kissed, as you two were making out you heard a camera click at your window. You whip your head round to see a younger year running off, phone in there hand. It finally clicks what you just did and how you won't be "Little Mr Perfect" anymore. Oliver notices your panic and places a hand on your shoulder.

"You good?"