Carl's hear had thumped rapidly against his tightened chest. Within minutes, he could feel the warm organ as if it was trying to climb up his throat. Carl felt like choking, he truly did. He could even feel a shiver up his stone-cold back. He couldn't believe his ears...

No, he could. Of course Stacy Borgans would spread a rumour about him. Of course Stacy wanted to ruin Carl's life and for what? Rejecting her confession and telling her 'sorry, but I like someone else already' ? How did Stacy even know that Carl was gay or maybe she doesn't...?

"So, are you?"

Carl twitched. The sudden comment had honestly surprised him. He even thought they read his mind for a second. Lying was a bad decision but else could he do? Admit it? He has done that before and the results were not pretty... Not at all...

"No, Stacy's nothing but a liar."

His reply had came fast while being covered with confidence all over, so the other three were no longer suspicious. Thank god for that. They had actually smiled in exchange too.

That proved that they believed him... right?

"Well alright then, just wanted to know."

Jim looked awkward still though, he had started to fidget with his straw and didn't even try to make eye contact. Actually... It's better this way.

"So, I'm hosting a party next week, want to come along? I'll text you the time and address if you want."

Carl's heartbeat must've skipped about 5 beats because breathing had became rather difficult. If he could, I swear he would've just melted on the spot because Jimothy Jones had invited him to a party! Maybe a coincidence... and maybe not but still! You get the point!!

"S-Sure."

Carl couldn't wait.