He sighs. “I asked Highland if I could kiss him, and I was rejected.” Donnelly nods. “At least you asked for consent.” Oscar blinks, deer-in-the-headlights. Reliving the embarrassment. Now I do feel badly. “Did Jack say anything to you?” “Yeah.” Oscar expels a heavier breath. “He said, thanks, but I’m straight.” I cringe. “Don’t even say it,” Oscar tells me. I’m going to say it. “I told you not to fall for a straight boy.”
