A/N: this had to be done. It's short, but it's important.
Unknown POV
"Sir, I saw your son dancing and kissing another boy last night," I said as I twirled the Polaroid picture of John and Alex kissing.
"John? That's impossible. He should be over this by now."
"Sir, I can assure you that this was John. I know him," I informed.
"Thank you. I will talk to him once he gets back from a friend's house."
"No problem, Mr. Laurens."
I hung up and grinned deviously and thought, Martha Manning has struck again.
A/N: I'm sorry.