I have mixed feelings about biology, and today Mr Frew’s lesson has dragged on.
It’s fifth period, so I’m zipping books away for the walk home when Stephen Hodgson approaches, asking if some girl interests me.
Nope, I sigh.
Why, he asks – because of who she’s going out with?
Because of who I’m going out with?
‘Because you’re gay?’ asks Stephen, turning to wild theories as the classroom empties.
‘Yes’, I shrug.
I head out.