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with a friendly greeting and told him who to watch out for. Since then, I’d found out he was a closeted comic book fan, though our interests aren’t the same. He’s mostly into the dark stuff like Neil Gaiman’s Sandman series. I like titles about younger heroes. Hawaii and I have a lot of fun arguing about who the best writers are.
    I try really hard to not ping him as soon as he comes on because I don’t want to come off as one of The Stalkers—or worse, needy. So when the site told me he was online, I didn’t immediately click on the side message button. I have a little self-control.
    I got a thrill when he messaged me in the next second.
     
Hawaii5*9:
Hey! What up?
JustM3*87:
Nothing. Weird day. You?
Hawaii5*9:
 Nothing. 2day was boooring.
JustM3*87:
That bad?
Hawaii5*9:
 You have no idea. Why was ur day weird?
JustM3*87:
This stoner dude started following me around.
Hawaii5*9:
 Maybe he was into you.
     
    That idea had never even occurred to me. I panicked just even thinking about it. It would explain a lot of his weird behavior. But I couldn’t make sense of him being attracted to me. And I didn’t know what I would do if it were true. So I took the option of not believing it.
     
JustM3*87:
He said he’s str8.
Hawaii5*9:
 A lot of guys say that.
JustM3*87:
And most of them really are.
Hawaii5*9:
 Yeah, and some of them are bi.
JustM3*87:
I keep hearing there’s no such thing as bi.
Hawaii5*9:
 Nah, there is.
JustM3*87:
I just can’t even figure out how that works.
Hawaii5*9:
 Some people like both, is all.
     
    I didn’t get it, but I didn’t want to seem like an idiot or a jerk. For all I knew, Hawaii was bi. I didn’t want him to get pissed at me for trashing his orientation.
     
JustM3*87:
I guess that makes sense. I just have a hard enough time figuring out how to date guys. If I had to figure out both genders, I’d lose my mind.
Hawaii5*9:
 I hear you, dude.
     
    So, he wasn’t bisexual. I was relieved about that, though that’s probably not cool of me to say. I just didn’t want any unknown factors creeping into my entirely fictitious online relationship.
     
Hawaii5*9:
 Homecoming’s in a few weeks. You going?
JustM3*87:
You know I don’t dance.
Hawaii5*9:
 It’s not all about your moves, you know.
JustM3*87:
No?
Hawaii5*9:
 It’s also about the making out.
JustM3*87:
Why didn’t anyone tell me that b4?
Hawaii5*9:
 Maybe you should go with your bad boy stoner.
JustM3*87:
Not gonna happen.
Hawaii5*9:
 Is he hot?
     
    I really wanted the whole subject dropped, so I sent him a link to the latest P!nk song that had become my obsession.That moved him off the Liam topic and on to safer subjects. After a little while, he told me he had to go do his homework. I agreed, but what I meant by “homework” was something else entirely.
    Jerking off thinking of Zach was one of my few pleasures in life. I refused to feel guilty about it, since I wasn’t hurting anybody. It wasn’t like I was ever going to tell Zach—like ever .
    The uncomfortable and unsettling thing was, though, that Liam’s laughing face kept popping into my head. I absolutely did not want that to start, so I kept returning to Zach’s GQ perfect face. I was willing to befriend a stoner, but I absolutely would not crush on one. I have my limits.

Chapter 4
    L IAM WASN’T IN P . E . THE next morning. I admit, I was disappointed. Against all good sense and in spite of my repeated warnings to myself, I had been looking forward to seeing him. I guess since there was literally nothing at school to look forward to, having one maybe-good thing was too much for me to resist being happy about.
    I kept looking for him as we collected outside on the bleachers, thinking he might just be late. But Coach Lancaster came out and got class started without any sign of my new friend.  Realizing I was investing way too heavily in someone who couldn’t be relied upon, I had a few harsh words with myself. Liam was probably in the