“Have you ever been?” I already know the answer. If he’d gone to a gay club, he would have told me. “Uh, yeah.” “What? When?” I gawk at him, and when he starts to blush, my eyes bug. “Dude. Was it a secret or something? Why don’t I know about this?” Best friends tell each other when they go to gay clubs. Well, shit. I guess best friends also tell each other when they let an asshole covered in tattoos fuck them, and for some reason telling him––telling anyone––hasn’t even crossed my mind.
