"YOU'RE DOING GREAT things up there Cassian," my father praises me over the phone and I nod as if he can see me, half paying attention to his words as my eyes wandered onto myself standing in front of the full-length mirror. I stood in nothing but a pair of tan shorts and socks as I let my free hand roam around my neck where visible bite marks laid upon my skin like a fresh tattoo. What kind of sick bastard bites someone, and what kind of sicker person enjoys it?

"Thanks, dad," I respond momentarily, fingers brushing over my lips where a lingering taste of citrus lingers on my lips as if Jaylen's scent refused to leave them, to leave my mind. I can still feel his hands around me, warm and firm as if let go of me I would break into tiny pieces.

It's hard to wipe something like that from your mind, especially when it's the only thing occupying your head. I never had these kinds of thoughts before, and I've never done these kinds of things before either. I've had plenty of girlfriends and never have I once ever thought about being with another dude. That was until I came here and found out about Jaylen Park. I've known the boy for two weeks and within that time frame, we've explored each other bodies more than two straight men ever should.

I let out a sigh as I shuffled my hands over my untamed hair, staring ahead at myself in the mirror as my dad rambled on about something in my ear. I don't look gay. That's such a stupid thing to say and I'm sure if Mina Choi heard me say that aloud she would slap me but I searched my face in the mirror for any signs of gayness. I don't see any, though what would there be so to see anyways?

I let out a groan as I turned on my heels and fell backward onto my bed, blinking up at the ceiling.

"And I told you brother don't spend his money so easily now that he signed that three-million-dollar bonus but your mother just told me he bought matching cars for him and his girlfriend last week . . ." my father rambled on in my ear and when there's a sudden knock at my door I shoot up from my position on the bed.

Who the hell? I looked down at my phone, ignoring my father's babbling to see if I had any unread text messages for Lourdes but there was nothing. Maybe she just wanted to stop by unannounced which wouldn't be too out of the ordinary for her.

"There's someone at my door. I'll call back later, okay?" I cut him and tell him.

"Is it Lourdes? Tell her I said hey." I nodded as if he could see me and with that, I hung up the phone before making my way out of my room and to the door of my dorm.

The knocking at the door continues, this time growing a little more impatient and I raised a brow. "Coming," I shout to the person on the other side.

I open the door expecting to see a five-foot-something girl, with glossed lips and a designer bag across her shoulder but what I got was six-feet-something Jaylen Park with a toothpick dangling in between his rose-colored lips. There's no designer bag hanging off his shoulder but instead, his laptop with comic book characters stickers placed all over it. He stands under the door frame looking at me, blinking with those dark eyes of his, lashes oddly full and I blink back at him because what the hell is he doing at door?

"Say no homo," Was the first thing to come out of his mouth and I thought I misheard him until he says it again. "we didn't say it yesterday so say it now before I come in."

"You're such a child. . ." I shake my head at him before the childish words find their way out my mouth nonetheless. "no homo."

And with that Jaylen fully steps into my place, his familiar citrus scent coming right behind him as he paces around, his curious eyes wandering around the dorm like a cat in unfamiliar territory. He raises his head as he stares at me, a few feet apart yet his cologne terrorized my nostrils to no end. "It smells like a girl in here? Did you have a girl in here?"

I send him a look. "'No I didn't have a girl in here, not that any of your business anyways," I tell him as I scan him up and down. "what do you even want?"

He studies me a for a moment, a momentary silence falling between us as his eyes linger on my own for a short second but before I can call him out on it he shoves his laptop in my face. "We need to take this quiz."

I looked down at the laptop screen to see a Buzzfeed quiz titled "Am I Gay?" on the screen and I immediately return my stare to the boy, a deadpan look coming over my face. "You aren't fucking serious right now?"

"I'm as serious as a heart attack," he replies. "look, I'm not gay . . ."

"I'm not gay either," I tell him.

"Then let's take this quiz and find out for sure because what we did yesterday was definitely borderline gay and we didn't even say no homo so we don't have an excuse this time?"

I blinked at him, unsure if he was being serious or not but from the panicked look in his eyes I think he actually believes everything he was saying right now. "Were you dropped on your head as a child?"

"Maybe," he answers smartly, eyes rolling to the wall. "just take the fucking quiz with me so we can finger out what's going on because it's not adding up and I don't like it."

"If I take the damn quiz will you get the fuck out of my room?"

Jaylen offers a smile, lips stretching and showcasing his top row of pearly whites and I couldn't withhold from rolling my eyes. "Yes," he answers.

I exhaled a breath as I went back into my room and grabbed my laptop. "I can't believe I'm doing this." I find myself mumbling when I come back and see Jaylen already seated on my couch and I raise a brow at him confused about who permitted him to have a seat. I won't comment on it and join him on the couch, he sends me a look before scooting over a bit furthering our distance.

"What's the point of all this?" I asked him, opening up my laptop.

"What do you mean what's the point? Do you not remember what we did yesterday when you hand your hands around my-"

"I was there. I don't need the details." I cut him off holding a hand.

"And like the time I checked I'm not gay, and you said you weren't but from the way you were"

I sent him a look. "I'm not fucking gay." I deadpan.

His pink lips stretch into a sly smile, his eyes locking onto mine. "Then prove it and take this test with me."

I shake my head at him. "You're an idiot. . ." Jaylen is such a bimbo it's insane and yet here I am typing in the web address to the quiz right along with him. Let me just take the stupid Buzzfeed quiz so he can get the fuck out of my room. "and how the hell will a quiz be made by . . ." I squint at the website on the screen in front of me. "CupcakeLover24 help determine anything?"

"Do you have any other ideas . . ." Jaylen raised a brow at me and when I don't say anything he lowers it and nodded. "Exactly now take this damn quiz," he said through like gritted teeth like a parent scolding their child in public.

I roll my eyes at him, motioning them back to the screen with the stupid quiz on it. Jaylen and I click on the start button at the same time and he clears his throat dramatically before reading the first question aloud.

Question one: are you gay?

•Yes
•No
•Idk

"The answer for me is oblivious no." Jaylen clicks the second choice and I do the same moving on to the next question. I waited for him to read the question aloud but when I turn he was already staring at me. "You gotta do some of the work to Bergman. I can't do everything for you, God!"

I kissed my teeth. "You read one fucking question," I mumbled under my breath.

Question two: Favorite artist?

•Lady Gaga
•Ariana Grande
•Katy Perry
•Beyoncé

"Hmm," Jaylen purses his lips together as he rubs his finger along his chin. "I'm gonna pick Ariana."

I raised a brow at him but he quickly throws his hands up in defense. "It's because she's hot. I don't know any of her songs. I don't know any of these people's songs."

"Whatever." I wave him off before clicking Beyoncé because my mother blasted her music when I was younger especially on Sundays when it's time to clean up around the house.

Question Three: Are you homophobic?

•No
•Yes
•Sometimes

"Well, we can't be after what happened yesterday." Jaylen sighs before clicking no and I do the same.

The remaining seven questions of the quiz are just stupid questions about who do we stan (whatever the hell that means) and which drinks do we like, our favorite color, and which country we would move to. Jaylen picked Italy and I picked France because I've been there before and I liked it. When we reach the end of the quiz we hover over the results button, eyes bouncing between one another.

"Ready?" Jaylen asks.

"Are you ready?" I counter.

"I was born ready Bergman," Jaylen starts to countdown. "Three, two, one!"

We clicked the button in sync and our screens load up with the results when I see NO in big bold letters across the screen with an eye roll emoji I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I looked over at Jaylen's screen to see the same thing, a pleasing smile growing across his lips.

"Not gay, whew," he wipes fake sweat from across his forehead, before standing up to his feet. "I don't know about you but I feel a lot better about what we did yesterday now."

"Can we not talk about it?" I send him a look and wave him off making his way toward the door.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just make sure to keep your distance in the locker room from now on Bergman. I know how handsy you get." Making a jerking motion with his hands he opens the door and makes his way across the hall.

. . . What the fuck just happened?

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