Jack walked back to his room. He glanced at the floor. I shouldn't have done that...I love Clu! But I love being around Carey...
Suddenly he bumped into Annie. "Oh, hey sorry Annie," he apologized.
"Jack...?" she asked.
"Yeah?" Jack asked.
"Um, last night...in your room...you and Clu..." she explained.
"Eh..." Jack stuttered. "Well, um...err..."
"Is it true?" Annie asked. "Are you really...um...together?"
"Uh, well, yeah, sorta...please don't tell anyone, I don't think anyone is ready yet to know I'm gay..." pleaded Jack.
"Well, okay. Bye." Annie walked off.
"Phew," said Jack.
Jack entered his room to find Clu there. He scurried over to Clu and kissed him. "Hi," he greeted.
Clu backed away.
"What?" asked Jack.
"What did you and Carey talk about for 8 minutes?" asked Clu coldly.
"Well, um..." Jack raced through his mind for an answer. "...he was asking me how to cook something."
"I didn't know you cooked," said Clu.
"Well, I just recently got interested," said Jack, smiling nervously.
"What's that?" asked Clu, pointing to a mark on Jack's neck.
"What?" asked Jack, confused.
Clu dragged his boyfriend into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
"That! Dude, that's a hickey!" exclaimed Clu.
Shit! thought Jack. Lance must have gave me that.
"Um, i-it doesn't look like it. Maybe it's just a skin condition?" lied Jack nervously.
"No, dude, that's a hickey!" said Clu.
"Maybe you gave it to me!" said Jack.
"No, bro, I know for sure I didn't," said Clu.
"Dammit, Clu! Come on!" yelled Jack.
"No, dude!" Clu stormed out of the bathroom and walked out of his room.
Jack dragged himself into his bed, his face stained with tears. He buried his face into his pillow and cried.
Molly walked into the room. "Jack?" she called. She sat down on his bed. "Jack? It's breakfast," she said.
"I'm not hungry," he said in a muffled voice.
Molly could tell he was crying. "What's the matter, dear?"
"Nothing, can you go now?" he asked.
"Well, okay, dear. If you need to talk, I'm here." And with that, she left.