Mistaken Identity: Alexandria or Alexzander

My name is Alexandria—but most people call me Alex. As in short for Alexander. Yeah, you read that right. Alexander. That’s what my forged documents say, thanks to a stingy, paranoid old man with too much time and not enough sanity.



Not that anyone questions it. With short hair, flat clothes, and a body that never got the memo on curves, I pass. Even my best friend—June—thought I was a guy when she confessed her crush on me. I wanted to tell her the truth. But I don’t even trust my own shadow, so instead... I told her I wasn’t into girls.



She still thinks I’m a gay boy.



Life was smooth enough—until her jerk of a boyfriend dumped her, and I accidentally became her emotional support system. Now she’s leaning on me, smiling at me, crying on my chest—and I’m spiraling.



Oh, and to top it off? A senior named Grey has taken a suspiciously intense interest in me. I think he’s gay. I think he thinks *I’m* gay. And now I think I’m in trouble. Big trouble.



Secrets don’t stay buried forever. Especially not when your heart’s on the line.