He’d approached me last month and claimed to like me. He’d even said he wanted to go out on a date. I’d fallen for him—hard. He was my first love, and it had all been a lie.
Stellan had been playing me the whole time, just because he could. It had seemed so real. I was positive he really was gay, but the homecoming king couldn’t be bent in anyway, right? Whatever the truth, I wasthe laughing stock of the entire school because of him. At least I would only have to deal with these jerks for one more day.
Tears flowed freely down my face, and my glasses kept slipping down my nose as I made my way across the football field toward home. I vowed to never let something like this happen to me again. No one would get close enough to inflict that kind of pain on me.
Ever.
* * * *
A couple of months ago…
“What do you mean, you have to cancel? The show is tonight!”
Musicians would be the death of me.