Ancient History (South Rock High, #1)

by A.J. Truman

One of the many things I loved about history was that it was one long story. The present was confusing and made no sense. Only when we looked back did we see the narrative logic of our lives.

There came a point when a secret curdled from intoxicating to just plain toxic.

There was inherent loneliness in being gay. You had to face the world by yourself and slowly find allies.

Hutch Hawkins broke my heart once. I wasn’t going to let him do it again.

Loneliness just becomes another layer of clothing you wear. You don’t even realize it’s on.

“Talk to me. What are you thinking?” “I’m not thinking of–” “You love to think. A lot. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”