Chapter 97

"Many are called and few are chosen," I said to both of them as I stormed out in anger, kicking the chairs and tables away, leaving for home with my reasoning changing about been gay.

Soon I had reached home.

I saw Mark Monroe.

My childhood best friend.

He's a powerful nerd in school and everyone knows His for being brilliant.

I looked at Him and He knew something was wrong with me as I tried to pretend, but my heart was hurting so much so I ran upstairs into my room without even greeting my old nanny.

Mark followed me from behind.

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