“I’m not too keen on the idea of my son dating another boy.”
I rolled my eyes, folding my arms. “Joel called me a faggot and Jordan–”
“Wait,” said my mom. Porn “What’s wrong, babe?”
“Stop fuckin’ calling me that!” I blurted out. Kilgore. Sighing, I said, “No. Probably because he was so eager to get in my jeans. I hope you’re not mad at me.” I took a deep breath. So…do whatever the fuck you want, cause I don’t care anymore. After the beep, I said, “Hey. “–excuse me. I waited for him to answer, but instead it went straight to voicemail. Bye!”
My heart dropped, and his voice made me feel safe. “Ummm…” he hummed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing out there?” blurted Dr. But…this guy was harassing Malik. You can’t control EVERYTHING I do.” I was ready to be slapped. “No, not really,” he joked.
