Prepare for a looooottt of quotation marks.

Abby: 17.9 (Senior)

Phillip: 16.8 (Junior)

(Yes, I'm that exact)

Abigail Emma Stark has seen a variety of shit. Strange as in her papa dressed in tights. Cool as in her dad as Iron Man. Awkward as in asking her Aunt Darcy for information that her dads did not have about women.

All though nothing was as surprising as seeing what was in one of the schools supply closets.

Phillip. Backed against the wall. Making out.

With another boy.

"Oh...my god." Abigail only stood in doorway.

The two boys split apart immediately after her voice was heard. Robert 'Bobby' Drake took one glance at her and immediately looked to Phillip, panicking. "Abby," Phil warned. "Not a word."

The blonde expelled a small laugh before speaking again. "O-Kay. I'm just gonna... go." She inched her hand towards the door handle, slowly closing it. "Just keep... doin what you're doin." She closed the door and managed to keep quiet all of ten seconds before racing down the halls, sprinting towards Amelia.

Phillip almost succeeded in getting into his car in the school's parking garage before Abigail caught his wrist and turned him around to face her. The two stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.

"Well?" Phillip asked. "C'mon, say it."

"You're as straight as a circle!" She almost yelled in.. confused excitement? "And to think you're off being gay with Bobby Drake the freaking 'Ice Man'. Captain of the hockey team. Get It! You guys were practically having sex, seriously, Bobby was dominating you!"

"He was not dominating me Abby." Phillip shook his head and held up a hand.

"Sweetie, if you two were in a bed you'd be on the bottom." Abby laughed and gave him a mocking smile. "Topper is the dominator."

"I don't think 'dominator' is a word.." The redhead raised a brow.

"It doesn't matter!" She threw her hands up in air. "You're gay, my dad was wrong and I was right!"

"Wait, you knew?" He asked her in disbelief.

"I... had suspicions.." She twiddled her thumbs.

"And you told Tony about them?"

"Well, isn't he supposed to have a good gaydar or something?"

He leaned against his car and crossed his arms. "Apparently not that good..."

"Again, It doesn't matter. Have you told anyone else?"

"Nope."

"Can I tell them?"

"No! Abby, no one is going to find out, not Pete, not Amy."

"Oh...well.. I already told Amy."

"Of course you did." Phillip rolled his eyes and turned back towards the car. Abby reached out a hand to stop his shoulder.

"It's not like anyone's going to care, you know. Like, they'll care but, they won't, get mad or whatever you're worried about. At least, not at home."

He sighed before shrugging off her hand. "I know." He climbed into the drivers seat and shut the door, Abby eventually started walking towards her own car. "It's not you guys I'm worried about knowing."

I actually hope this is a plot twist for you guys and not something were expecting...