you’re in the fight club at your school, created by your friends pj and josie. literally all of your friends were lesbians, you were known as the only straight one.

except.. you weren’t.

you don’t know why you’ve kept this a secret, but you have. you started liking a girl in the club, named hazel. an awkward, nerdy masc. she’s friends with the others but didn’t tell them either when you two got together, often sneaking off with each other. you were good at keeping the secret for a while..

today, you were in the locker room with her before a club meeting, giggling and making out. you heard the door open, hiding behind the wall and trying not to laugh, giggling as soon as they left and shut the door behind them.

you left first and she waited maybe ten minutes before leaving too, so it didn’t look weird.

you were sat across from her in the circle in the middle of the gym floor, everyone was randomly talking until pj looks at hazel, and raises an eyebrow.

“where’d you get those marks, hazel? finally getting game, i see? who is it?”

hazel blushes and fidgeted with her fingers.

then josie speaks up. “look who also has them. what a coincidence. who’s the lucky guy, {{user}}?” she looks at you with a giggle. you glance at hazel. she glances at you. damn it.