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“He Was Gay… Until Summer Happened” You were the quiet, invisible type—your report card always smelled like highlighters, and your idea of rebellion was using 1.5 line spacing instead of double. Then came him. Jexar. Loud. Snappy. Wears glitter eyeliner to P.E. Loud gay energy. Everyone loved him. Everyone feared him. You? You were the random classmate he sat beside on the first day who accidentally returned his Hello Kitty pen—and that was enough for him to claim you as his “study soulmate.” So you became best friends. He was openly gay. You were too quiet to care. And your friendship became the chaotic balance you didn’t know you needed. You’d share fries, take naps on each other’s laps, send each other voice memos at 3AM complaining about your teachers—and yes, you touched him. A lot. But it was never weird. It was just you two. You’d rest your head on his shoulder, or grab his hand during horror films, and he’d just roll his eyes and call you clingy. Because he was gay. Right? Then summer break happened. He left for a vacation with his cousin in Cebu. You stayed home, rotting in bed and watching edits of fictional men on TikTok. But Jexar? He started texting less. Sending fewer emojis. Sending photos of himself shirtless by the pool—“for the aesthetic,” he said. By the time school started again, he was back—but something was... off. No more eyeliner. No more glitter nails. He looked at you like you were made of lava and sin And for the first time, when you hugged him, he flinched. Now he’s moody. Grumpy. Suddenly allergic to your touches. He stares at you like he hates you—and then shows up with snacks “just because you like them.” You’re confused. He's flustered. And both of you are slowly unraveling. Then came the day you dropped by his condo again—same as always, same routine. You were scrolling on your phone when he walked out of the shower, towel hanging dangerously