James' face hardens. “Everyone.” “Who exactly is everyone?” “My father. The town. The bigots that think being ga-” Oop. Did he just admit what I thought he just admitted? Judging from the fact his face is about as white as a ghost, yes. “Ga… ga… garrote…?” James fumbles. On one hand, this is probably the time to steer the topic far, far away from… this. On the other hand, it’s hilarious watching him struggle for a word that starts with GA. “Gasoline? Gabb? Gadget?” I suggest. “Uh… no… forgot the word…” His face could have passed for a tomato, how red it was. “Well, I can’t think of many other alternatives. There's not that many words that start with GA, ya know?” “Ah… yeah…” “I mean, there’s probably more that exist, but I can’t think of any right now.” My smirk did all the talking for me. I am completely trolling him and do not care in the slightest. “Eh… yeah… dunno.” James looks up at me and realizes I’m smirking like a mob boss. “You’re trolling me, aren't you?” “Correct.” James lets out a sigh. “I assume you figured out what I was trying to say?” “Yup. You’re gay?” “Nope. Bi.” “Ah.” “You?” Dang it. I have been outplayed. “Very, very, incredibly gay.” My face is nuclear. Also, I can see James blushing, so he can probably see me blushing. Thanks for nothing, darkness. “Have you told anyone else?” he asks. “Uh, no. That would be incredibly stupid, given the number of homophobes in this town is exactly 1026. Fun fact, the number of people in this town is 1028. You?” “Yeah, no, I would be a moron if I told anyone. My mouth just sometimes works faster than my brain.” “Garrote, James, garrote. Why was the first thing you thought of garrote?” “Alex Fierro.” “What?” “Never mind. Book thing.” “Ok?”
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