My So-Called Band Boyfriend
Jill Wexler
Honestly, I wasn't sure what I was thinking when I opened my damned mouth and offered to be Austin's fake boyfriend at the state marching band contest.
Oh yeah. I hadn't been thinking at all. At eighteen, I still had no filter apparently.
At least it wasn't weird that I was offering to help Austin make a point to some homophobic jerk from another school.
I mean, friends help each other out, right? It's not like I want to see what being gay feels like or anything. Nope. That's not it at all.
It also has nothing to do with the way Austin smiles. Nope.
I can pretend to be his boyfriend for a day, right? No problem.
Maybe.
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