refuse to be gay

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Forum Name: Concentration Camp for Rotten Women

Section partition: a person's broken thoughts

Subject: College roommate who I had a crush on for three years.

5th floor (host): The crush is very popular in our school.He looks handsome, loves sports, has outstanding grades, and has a humorous personality. Any point is enough to make girls crazy.

I don't have many opportunities to get in touch with him. He is in the next class. After class, he either sleeps on the table or goes to the corridor in front of the classroom with his friends to have a wind.In order to get a closer look at him, I ran to the toilet after class, and when I passed by him, I was so nervous that I was almost on the same limb.It was not until I was ridiculed by my deskmate that I had a bladder problem that I regretted giving up. After two days of rest, I felt unwilling, so I often used the excuse to fetch water from the water dispenser. In that semester, I almost filled the kettles of all the students in the class with hot water.

Later, in winter, few people would come out to the corridor to blow the cold wind, and he was no exception, always sleeping on the table wrapped in a down jacket.I have fewer opportunities to see him, and I can't just squat at the back door of their class to peep like a pervert.

It happened that my friend failed the math test at that time, and I was very sad. I knew from the beginning that her seat was diagonally behind him, so I held back my excitement and asked my friend if he needed after-school tutoring.My friend agreed, and I had a legitimate reason to go to their class right after class.

My friend was doing the question, and I sat next to her and secretly looked at the object of my crush.He is about the same height as me, but his figure is much thinner than mine. Even if he wears a down jacket, he doesn't look bloated, but he looks a little more handsome.He is like a snake that can't wake up in winter. He lies on the table for at least four or five classes a day. Sleep soundly.Sometimes when the class is noisy, he will put on his clothes and hat to completely cover his face. At this time, I can't see his slightly parted lips and the occasional tip of his nose.

When he was not sleeping, he would prop up half of his face, twirling a pen carelessly in his hand, chatting with the front and back tables gags, his smile was low, and he was often made to lean forward and backward by some cold jokes, laughing with no image at all, But he is very cute. When I see him smiling, I can't help but feel better.

Once, I was talking to my friend as usual, but suddenly I heard him making fun of me and my friend. He didn’t know my name, so he just called me a nerd with his classmates. He misunderstood that my friend and I were a couple. Teased us with a teasing smile on his face, treated me like he treats everyone he doesn't know.

My friend whispered to me: "You know xx, right? Tsk, it's him, he is popular with girls, and there were a few girls blocking his confession at the door of the classroom after school yesterday!"

I was startled, and kept my expression on the surface, and asked, "Then...does he have a girlfriend?"

The friend shook his head: "No, no matter whether it's a love letter or a face-to-face confession, he refused. I even wonder if he likes men."

My heart beat suddenly out of rhythm, my eardrums were buzzing, and I couldn't hear any sound.

The friend said again: "But I heard the news from his friend, that he likes the publicity committee member of our class. Here, it's the girl in the white dress over there."

I looked over.

The girl had long hair hanging loose, and was lowering her head to do a question. Her gestures were gentle and peaceful, which was the type most boys would like.

My beating heart slowly slowed down, I reluctantly hooked the corners of my mouth, and my voice was rough: "It's pretty, no wonder he likes it."