An Unexpected Lover
Late one night I got a message from a guy Brock. Unlike most of the guys, he was my age and appeared to be somewhat decent, so I started talking to him. I kind of, surprisingly, liked him. Just friends, obviously, though. I mean, I AM straight after all. Weeks go by and I find myself caught up in classes and the social aspect of clubs, especially after becoming president of a small social group on campus. Up until now, I haven’t liked coffee, as it makes me spaz out, and I really like...