Queer bent bastard

“We’ve been classmates for over six months and I’ve never spoken to you,” he replied.

“That makes two of us,” I stated with a smile. “In fact, if anyone should be apologizing, it’s me. You were the new guy and I should have stepped up and made you feel welcome.”

“I didn’t exactly give you or anyone else the chance,” he said. “I made a point of isolating myself and letting everyone know I wanted it that way.”

“Yeah, I guess you did,” I said. “I just took it that you were really shy and left you alone.”

“I didn’t used to be,” he responded. “It’s just…I don’t know…stuff has happened.”

“I know what that’s like,” I said.

“Yeah, Kent told us what happened to you. I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said with a smile. “It hasn’t been easy.”

“I know,” he replied. “Been there, done that.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “No one should have to lose people over something so trivial. What is it that people are so afraid of?” Then, realizing what I had just said, I added, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insinuate you were the same as me.”