Chapter 3

My mind kept spinning fantasies of asking Corin if he liked me and of Corin saying yes and I wondered if he’d let me blow him. Then there was the girlfriend thing and why the fuck was one of this dragon’s front legs so obviously out of proportion? I was drawing Gimpy the magic fucking dragon—that’s why.

Corin was staring at me again.

“Do you want to say something?” I pushed my hand through my cheap-drugstore-brand-black-dyed hair and narrowed my eyes. Corin had sat down next to me, the emo-gay-goth-punk-loser. He was Mister Popular-athletic-sexy-smart-with-the-girlfriend. He must have a motive and I could guess exactly what that might be. It was the same with every other twatwaffle at this damned school. I did everything I could to avoid being harassed, but there was always a douche-canoe around to make me feel miserable and ashamed because I wasn’t straight. I was disappointed that one of them was Corin Perry.

“You draw really well, Alex.”

Whatevs.