Gabi reasoned with himself. Who could help staring? Your soft blonde hair and evergreen eyes..

..

It’s not like he had a chance. How stupid of him to think a loud, popular boy — the very type he despised — would like him. No, it was silly.

He pushed his textbooks into his bag, getting a glimpse of himself he frowned at the mess of brown curls on his head.

He sighed, messing with the hair as he prepared to meet his best friend, Vivi. Because every gay boy needs a girl best friend, duh.