#Chapter17
I had known I liked boys for a while. I had known since Chris Elliot, one of the most popular boys in my year, had started dating Lacy Parke; I hadn't been able to decide if I had hated Lacy, or if I had wanted to be her.
I wasn't even so sure that I made it discreet, as 'gay' or other not very nice words were some of Jake's favourite things to call me at school. Isaac had joked about it, but I wasn't sure he had actually realized how close to the truth that he actually was.
Biting my lip, I met his eyes, and my entire chest constricted; I could feel every erratic pump to my heart, and I felt sorry for the poor puppy with how much my grip had tightened on him.
/"And if I liked you,/" I began nervously, /"If I liked you and wanted to hold your hand, too . . . would I haves to tell Isaac?/"
Letting him know that I was gay was one thing. Letting him know that I wanted to hold his best friend's hand was enough entirely.
