Wyatt woke up in his own bed, thankfully alone. Maybe the weekend had all been one crazy dream. Isabel couldn't have been a
cranky pregnant woman. And he definitely wasn't gay and obsessed with sex. Okay, maybe the second part was true. But the images in his memories were too vivid and real to have been a dream.
He groaned and yanked his pillow over his face. It might have been more bearable if he'd stayed in his room, but no, he had to go out and
socialize. And he had . . . with
Peter! And with
Link -- Troy! He was never going to be able to look them in the eyes again.
Then yesterday he'd run into
Chris at the Perk who seemed to be himself except for thinking that his brother was evil. Wyatt winced. He hadn't really hit on his brother, had he? Killing himself was becoming more and more attractive.
He'd gone to to Caritas last night and
hit on Anders. He was never going to hear the end of it. He contemplated skipping class and wondered if attempting to kill himself would be a good excuse for missing school.
[Mostly establishy, but open to taunt the big gay whitelighter.]