Ash ran up the stairs, surprised to see Erza had joined Liv and Scar, but he ignored all three as he walked past them to get to his room and paced back and forth in the available walking space.
He didn’t want to be high anymore; he tried to sober up. He would have said it. He would have said something he couldn’t take back. He wasn’t gay. Or bi, pan, whatever. He wasn’t gay like Marcus had said he was. It wasn’t like that.
Sure, he found some men attractive. Take Bubbles, for example; he was very attractive, with short blonde hair, almond-shaped pretty brown eyes with golden flecks, and a sharp jawline. He had a faint scar on his eyebrow, but did that mean he would sleep with the man? Absolutely not. He looked at his phone and should have started coming down, but why was he still so hig
