Will always believed that boys couldn't cry, express their feelings, and admire another boy's beauty. He had always believed so many things, but ever since he was invited to perform in a Boyslove series alongside Nate, his world was rocked, and his certainties were gone.

Boys Love Boys

 Will's friends have been very receptive to me, especially the girls, although, that doesn't really matter to me. If I wasn't completely crazy about the man next to me at the table, the looks and comments from the girls would make me very happy. Will's three friends, including the one who is the reason we haven't spoken for days, really exude beauty, long hair, very pale skin, contagious smiles that make me uncomfortable because they are all directed at me, or at Will. All this, besides wearing skirts and extremely low-cut blouses. I don't judge them, after all, everyone thinks that I am single, and that Will is my friend. My mistake. 


 A tall guy with short hair, a literally big mouth, and very tight eyes. Khai. The bastard who wants to play cupid to my boyfriend. He moves his chair closer to mine. 


 — What's up Nate, getting a lot of women? 


 I stare at him without understanding the tenor of the question. 


Let's kill this friendship