Chapter 25

“No you’re not,” Marcus says bluntly. “You don’t have any friends that’d be asking this. And yes, you’re probably queer. Bisexual, or pansexual, or whatever.”

“You don’t seem very shocked,” Ajay says sulkily.

Marcus shrugs. “Dude. You have a poster of Michael B. Jordan in your bedroom.”

“So?” Ajay asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“A shirtless poster,” Marcus says with a deadpan look.

Ajay rolls his eyes. “Maybe I just really liked Fantastic Four,okay?”

“Buddy,” Marcus says softly as he pats one of Ajay’s hands, “no one liked Fantastic Four.Especially not Michael B. Jordan.”

“I know,” Ajay says miserably as he drops his head to his hands. “S’not the problem, anyway. The gay part. I don’t really care about that. It is what it is, you know? It’s the whopart that’s killing me.”

“Yeah, we’re gonna go ahead and get down to the point,” Marcus says dryly. “You like Jack. Again, this isn’t news.”