"Yo, Cohen. Cohen? Cohennnnn!!!"

"What. Do. You. Want. Kayla?" I huff.

"What do you have that I don't?"

"What kind of fuckass question is that? I don't fucking know, maybe dysphoria." Her dumb questions are starting to piss me off.

"Funny." She slouches back into her bench.

I get on the bus the morning after and she has a sour look on her face. Again.

"Okay, spit it. What is Satan's Hell is your issue?" She groans and flicks me off. I glare at her. She huffs and hands me her phone.  It's a screenshot firm her truth or dare game:

(Do you like anyone? If so, who?)

"And this is negative how?"

"I was playing this round with Aryn. They said yes and after much persisting they told me."

"Ooh can I know?! Who is it? Do I  know them?" I shout genuinely interested.

"You. Are. 'Them'. That's why I'm sour." I laughed to myself.

"That's funny. For once you told a funny joke..oh you're serious?" She laughs sarcastically.

"Yes. I'm serious, dipshit." For a second, I sit there confused. I take pride in being observant yet I didn't figure this out. What else has gone under my nose? Much to my surprise, this news shocked me.

I just know I wasn't going to be able to give the response I want because Kayla will make me the that decision even if I know it was a good one.