I mean, you’re like a model.”
“I get that a lot. “…Look, Sam. Know-It-All?”
“I prefer my work over them. See you later.”
Four hours later, I met Mico and we went to a rather secluded area of the campus. I was a closeted college freshman and the thought of my gender being known to anybody was a fear I could barely live with. My grades are dipping and when you came to me, I was really grateful.”
“But…you’re doing fine.”
“Correction. I splashed water on my face, which was red. “Er. Tons.”
“You know, I have nothing much to do. “Er. I can’t fail this class. I posted it to my other account “SamSalivara”, but apparently, that account got deleted.—
“So I guess we’re roommates then…”
A clear, masculine voice echoed throughout the small room I was supposed to share with a schoolmate for a week. Exactly! Here I was, caught off guard, pouring my heart out even before I even spoke a single word to him. ___________________________________________________________________________________
Let’s wind back to the beginning. “Please help me, Sam. How typical of you,” he joked
“Well, not really.
