So thereâs this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And Iâm sitting there sweating because like⌠Iâm wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and heâs the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say âI can and will kill youâ. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes, âSo. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?â
To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, âYou get it.â
I said, âYep.â He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.
Oh! I forgot to mention! I saw him at lunch the same day, and he ran up to me, tapped me on the shoulder, pointed at this super sweet girl who comes to GSA and asked if sheâs gay. I told him he should ask her because thatâs not my place and he said he would.
I thought that would be the end of it.
Except ten minutes later he came back and told me he found out (sheâs bi) and that both of us have a shot. I said âYou more than me.â because heâs attractive and popular.Â
But this wholesome dumbass looked really confused and asked, âBecause Iâm tall?â
I love him oh my God what an ally
