His face hardens. “You’re fourteen.” He turns to me, a scowl twisting his mouth. “She’s fourteen.” I give him a look like he just sprouted a dick from his face. That would be less ridiculous than what he’s implying. For a boat load of reasons. “I’m gay.” His face bunches up and he looks down. “And I’m starting to get really pissed off you seem to think I have a thing for kids—” “What? When did I—” “My first day back,”
omg pls
