로그인Luca Anderson is a seventeen year old star football player who happens to be in love with his best friend. Born and raised in a conservative community, Luca finds it very difficult to live his truth, especially when his best friend, Dylan is a raging bisexual who can't choose between Luca or his girlfriend, while also making it hard for Luca to continue acting normal. When an old friend from the past moves back to town, Luca rekindles their old friendship, and begins to realize he has to start living for himself.
더 보기“Conner, dude don’t push.” I heard Derrick shout at Conner, who had just shoved him. I stopped then turned my attention towards the commotion. “Then don’t fucking tackled me like that.” Conner snapped back. Derrick's face scrunched up. “Bro, it's football. What do you expect?” Derrick questioned calmly. Conner started to become more riled up. This was an everyday thing. They’d both get eachother worked up, fight, and then be besties again. I swear watching them seemed like watching a toxic relationship go south for the millionth time.Conner shoved Derrick again. “Michaelson!” Coach Riley yelled, running over towards the two boys blowing his whistle. I placed my hands onto my knees, hunching over. I was completely drained of all energy. These practices were becoming more and more excruciating. I feel the coach has been push
“LORD JESUS!! Help me..” My mother dramatically whined as she paced back and forth through the dining room. I rolled my eyes at how idiotic she looked. I had just told her that Brayden was coming over due to us having to complete our documentary, and she practically flew into a complete rage.“I don’t want that boy nowhere near you or this house!” She continued as she began to frantically wash the few dishes that sat in the sink. I sighed, trying to calm her down but coming to no avail. “Mom, this group project is worth twenty - five percent of my grade.” I trailed on, trying to convince her to stop overreacting. But at this point nothing will calm her down.The moment Brayden’s name slipped out of my mouth, her face immediately grew into d
I yawned as the preacher continued his sermon. This is one of the main reasons why I hated Sundays. I had to get up early, put on a perfect front, then haul myself all the way across town just to sit and listen to a two hour speech on how everyone but christian’s are sinners, and doing anything out of the christian norm is against god.I looked over towards my parents seated next to me. They looked very invested into what was coming out of the preachers mouth. I mentally sighed at the thought of sitting here and listening to this for another minute. I observed my surroundings from the middle row where I was seated. It looked like the seats were more occupied than usual. It seemed half of the entire town was here today. Maybe it's because there was going to be food afterwards. From my experience it doesn’t matter what type o
I absolutely hate having English as my first-class of the day. It’s currently around 9AM and my brain hasn’t even started to function properly. I took my seat, as Mr. Cross started to write today's lesson onto the white board. I took out my essentials and started to prepare for class. “This seat taken?” An unfamiliar voice asked. I looked up to meet the darkest set of eyes. “Uh no it's not.” I briefly stuttered.The brown hair boy made his way over to the desk next to me. He sat down and I got a whiff of his scent. His scent was intoxicating, he smelled of fresh vanilla. I twirled around with my pencil as he settled into his seat. I couldn’t help but feel like I knew him from somewhere, he looked familiar.