Closet Case

If I had known what was going to happen to me, I never would've gone to Sacha's party. I would've stayed home like I did every other night, playing my 360 until my brain was fried, chatting with Blake and Cody while we gunned our way through Halo3 until three am.

But I didn't.

Instead, I went to a party and I met a guy who became the biggest part of my fifteen-and one-half year life. And it only took a week for him to crash into my life and turn my world upside-down, inside-out, and backwards (no pun intended). My dirty little secret was ours and ours alone for six whole months before someone found out, before someone blackmailed me into servitude in exchange for his silence.

But when I refused, all he had to do was graffiti my dirty little secret onto my desk in homeroom in big black Sharpie ink, carve it onto my locker while I stared at the whole dirty truth branded onto my desk:

JARED IS GAY.

My life is completely over.