Day 103

4/3/2016 - Sunday

At six I go down to work and spot Akefia, Mai and Harley sitting in one of the booths in the main room, talking. Harley looks frightened, but maybe she's just acting. Seriously, I am so confused because of her now. I thought I was good at judging people, but mabye I'm not? I too thought well of Anzu at first. Though she's not that bad as the other's make her to be. Argh, I don't know what to think anymore! Maybe it's just cause they're girls.

After the club gets fuller and the girls start dancing on the stages and laps, I go into the girl's bathroom to clean. Huh? Someone is sobbing in here.

"Hey," I say, and knock at the bathroom stall. The sobbing stops. "Are you okay?"

"No," she whimpers. Harley.

It's actually stupid to ask someone if they're okay when they're clearly crying. "Um, can I help you? Somehow?"

The door clicks open. Hm, alright. I go in. Harley is sitting on the toilet - thankfully dressed - dabbing her face with a piece of toilet paper. "I don't want to work here anymore," she says, looking up at me.

"Why?" I ask, even though I can imagine why. The accusations of stealing, Akefia talking with her, surely giving her a warning...

"Everybody thinks I'm a thief!" she bursts out and continues sobbing into her hands. "I never stole a thing in my life!"

"Oh." I reach down and pat her shoulder. "Well, I am sure the others understand that it was just a misunderstanding."

"No, they dooohoon't!" she wails.

This is uncomfortable. I feel sorry for her and crouch down. "Hey," I say softly and put my hands on her shoulders. "It will be fine, trust me. Soon, it will be all forgotten."

She looks at me between her fingers and lets out a whimper. Gosh, girls sure are noisy. I wished she could give Bakura some of that. "Okay," Harley says and straightens up. I smile at her and stand up. She grabs my hands and looks up. "Thanks," she mumbles, squeezing my hands.

"You're welcome."

And then, she asks something really uncomfortable: "Hm, say, Marik... Do you have a girlfriend?"

I pull my hands out of hers. "Um, I'm gay. Sorry."

She stares at me and blinks. "Oh. Oh, okay."

"Yeah," I chuckle and scratch my head. Somehow that had sounded like an excuse.

"Um, okay," she mumbles and looks down. "Uh, I- I..." She stands up. "I should better," She squeezes past me and steps out of the stall, "get going."

"Yep, me too," I sigh, following her out of the bathroom. She doesn't speak to me anymore this evening.

That is the most annoying thing about girls asking you out. I don't feel bad when I 'hurt' them for being gay, because it's not something I do on purpose. Them acting like it's the most uncomfortable situation ever makes me feel bad. As if our whole relationship suddenly changed. Nope, it didn't. Don't look at me as if I'm suddenly an alien from outer space! I'm still the same person, just gay. Stop making a big deal out of it.

A/N: Hello! I am sorry for having you kept waiting, but I felt like I needed to take a break from this story. It is not going into the direction I wanted; I am very unhappy with it. (Which is kinda strange from the author to hear I guess?) So I'm in the process of rewriting it. I'm gonna post the last few chapters I have already written, but I will not finish writing it. - Instead you'll (hopefully soon) see 'Learning to give up 2' popping up here on ffnet.