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Colton was dead. Okay, okay, I should rephrase that. He felt dead. All he could think about was Kyle, who, clearly didn’t like Colton, or at least in the way he wanted him to. So there Colton was, laying in his bed thinking about that tennis-infested man. Honestly how pathetic was it that Colton has shit to do but he couldn’t stop thinking about some random ass jock?? Colton has been thinking things like that to himself all month, just one whole month of staring at Kyle durning tennis practice, or at gym, or in class, or in study hall, or in the regular halls, or durning detective club, or- point is, Colton was crushing, hard. Very hard, and, it was pretty damn obvious too. Pom has started picking up on it, next Olive, and then Maps somehow, and then, Kyle. Kyle fuckin knew that Colton was head over heels for him,,,, but Kyle seemed... okay with it??? Actually, very okay with it. Like, very, very, okay with it. My dude was all over Colton! By this point everyone thought they were dating, and Kyle very clearly liked him back, but Colton was way to self conscious to even think of the possibility that Kyle could like him.