Chapter 12

Trevor snorted. “Well, maybe your name will get deleted off that, if you think it’s so awful.”

“Like you’d forget my birthday,” Jorge retorted. “Oh, hey, what do you think of this one?” He embiggened it, and Trevor looked it over.

“I think she’ll know you went over our price limit.”

“Like I do for everyone every year?”

“Yep.”

“Sweet.” He one-clicked.

Shaking his head, Trevor climbed out of Jorge’s bed. At least that had killed a few minutes. Thankfully at that moment his phone pinged with a message notification—everyone set different ringtones to their notifications, right? He lunged for his phone and swiped it off his desk, halfway to a grin before he saw it was just his sister, Jillian. He sighed and opened the message.

Hot date tonight, which shirt?Along with the text was a picture of two shirts, both blue, one with frilly stuff and one with lacy bits.

How many times do I have to tell you being gay doesn’t mean I’m a fashion consultant?He wrote back.