Cale Dietrich

It’s Monday, and I’m at school, wishing I had the powers of the Invisible Woman from the Fantastic Four.

Naturally.

“I hope you appreciate the irony of this. I come out to you, and then you shove me right back in a closet.”

“I want to hear it from you. Who are you?”

“I’m Jason. You know me.”

“But what’s your last name?”

He lowers his hands and looks into my eyes. My whole body sort of aches.

“Donovan,” he says. “Should I stop?” he asks.

I shake my head.