Hmm... Who could that have been? Who is connected to my mind and can read my thoughts?

Who could it be?

"It's me, you moron." Keith said to me as he passed.

What? Keith can read my thoughts... Yes, you dumbass. 

This is not good, this is not good. What's so bad about it? Nothing. 

I picture an attractive male in my head. Oh wow... You saw that Keith. Don't take it away, I was enjoying the show. Pervert. You started this!

So you like males? Yeah, I'm gay. Well, I swing both ways. 

I start humming baby shark. "Don't you dare!" Keith says grabbing the front of my shirt.