"Why would you think that, Emmett?" Jackson frowned, sitting upright. I looked away, already ashamed for even asking.
"I...uhm, well," I struggled to voice out my thoughts.
"You can talk to me, Emmett," Jackson said softly. With a sigh, I sat up and leaned against the headboard, pulling the blanket with me.
"I'm aware that I'm...different from everyone else," I started.
"Different...how?" Jackson questioned when I kept mum, not knowing whether to carry on or not.
"I like...stuff," I shrugged. Talking about this to someone else is nerve wrecking. I remember telling Amandla and I thought that she'd judge me or even worse, break our friendship. "Stuff that aren't...particularly meant for people like me," I said softly.
"What are you talking about, Emmett? You're confusing me," I was hes
