Caesar stared at me, waiting “Well? What do you have to say? You need to speak up and tell me what you believe if he’s saying these types of shit to you.”
I felt my mouth so dry as I tried to get the words out of my mouth. “He… He came… He came on to me.” I stuttered.
“What?” he asked, confused.
“At the last party that I went to with him… Last month, he was drunk or high or both and he came on to me when we were alone…” I said as I covered my face wanting to hide. “He apologized saying that he didn’t mean to hurt me and that we’ve been together for two years that we shouldn’t have been shy with each other, to begin with. We’re already in high school, at this point, I know that I’m gay, and having to do it with a guy proves it.”
“And you believed him? You believed his bullshit excuse?”
“He’s my boyfriend.”
