“Let me get this straight,” Zach said, eyes dancing with mirth as we walked through the halls to the cafeteria.
“You mean let me get this gay,” Joey corrected.
“You know what? I’ll accept that,” Zach decided, offering his fist for Joey to bump. “Good one, Joey.” Why were these two my closest friends? Assholes.
“Oh, come on,” I begged.
“No, you come on,” Zach responded. “Your plan is to fake date Ryan, but secretly, so no one finds out.”
I nodded. “Right.” What was so weird about that? Alright, a lot, but still. It could work.
“But you want the administration to find out somehow.” Zach looked at me like I was a moron, but he did that a lot, so it didn’t really mean anything.
“This is so gay,” Joey interjected.
“No, it’s secretly gay,” Zach quipped.
-from One Little Word
