Sorry I didn't post this earlier, but I was playing basketball.

Cry POV

I swerve around someone, adjusting my mask, trying the hide the tear running down my cheek. I sprint back to the dorm. Pewds and Ken are at Editing Club, so it should be empty.

    I dive into my bed with my notepad and pen in hand. I guess you could call it a diary, except the things I write in there are more private than a diary will ever be. I slam my fist down onto the sheets as I scrawl;

I can choose my friends

I can choose my family

If they won't accept me

Then others will have me

(Get it?)

I sigh and roll over, staring up at the ceiling, clutching the bedspread. I can choose my friends.

    I can choose my family.

    Because if they don't accept me...

    I sigh, sitting up. Why couldn't it just be simpler? Why do I have to be pansexual? Why do I have to like Pewds? Why can't I just a normal person, hanging out with friends without having it be weird? Pewds is straight, anyway. He likes Marzia.

    The name tastes bitter in my throat.    

    I want to hate her, but I just can't. She doesn't know, of course, but she never ignored me, she was always genuinely concerned for me when I gave an unusual response to her. And she doesn't even know my real name. Nicer than Ken, almost.

    Almost.

    I shake my head, fumbling with my computer until I'm on Twitch. Ms. Part introduced everyone to it the other day, and we have an assignment to get a hundred followers, luckily not subscribers, grades depending on how long it takes.

    I contact these other guys in a game of Cards Against Humanity I don't really know that well, who call themselves the Late Night Crew. There are these guys Scott, Russ, and Snake, and a few gals named Red, Ziegs and Cheyenne. Cheyenne was always nice, but Pewds...well, I guess a distraction from Pewds is good.

    "Cry." Snake's deep voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "You gonna play a card or not?" I feel my face redden and once again mentally pat myself on the back for not using facecam. "Oh, yeah." I reply, playing the first card that makes even a little sense.

    Russ snorts. Cheyenne sighs. They all know that something's up. But I'll never tell them what it is. Because no one can know. No one can know.

Minx POV

"Minx!" Marzia's voice yells as I hear a hammering on my door. I groan as I hear the click of it opening. I grab my pillow from behind my head and toss it towards the door.

    "Ack!" The pillow flies back and hits my face. "Murrrrp..." I slur, grabbing at my covers and pulling myself up. I run my fingers through my tangled hair. "Ged ouddd..." I mutter, swinging some violet streaks out of my eyes.

    I change into a graphic black-and-white tee with some distressed denim jeans. I stare at my sneakers and my combat boots, frowning. Then I shrug and choose the combat boots, lacing them up. I smirk. Time to establish my reputation. Second day, you're no longer just "the new kid." You gotta make a name for yourself.

    I grab my stuff. "Marzia! Renee! I'm ready!" I call out, slamming my door behind me.

"Shit!" I yell. Today, I'm on a team in with this guy named Cry, and then also Renee, Max, and this guy Ze playing Smite with a bunch of faraway random people.

    I'm playing Ares while Cry is playing Ra, Renee and playing Artemis and Max is playing Geb on Assault.

    "Dey see me rollin'..." Max sings, executing his roll. Then "Shit, shit, shit, phoenix!" I laugh my trademark maniac laugh, buying up a few health potions and upgrading a few items. "Renee! Get in the goddamn circle!" Cry yells.

Cry POV

I glance over at that new girl, Minx. She's pretty good if I do say so myself. I execute my ult and wipe out a line of minions, shooting so more auto-attacks at the phoenix.

    I finally chipped off the last bit of health on the phoenix. "Superminions!" Minx yelled. "Attack!"

    We end up easily winning the game. I glance at Minx. I feel something I've never felt before. I push away the goddamn thought. It's nothing. It's just...surprise at how good she is at this game, right?

    Right.

Minx POV

-After classes-

I kind of liked that Cry guy. He acted all cool and shit. I hear my phone buzzing. For once, I have a phone.

    I take it out. I see Marzia texting me.

Marzipan: OMG Pewds asked me out! He actually asked me out. Holy SHIT!

My mouth drops open. Marzia is the kind of person who spills all of her secrets to a random person, so I already knew that she liked Pewds. What she sees in the guy, I have no idea. But you know it's a big deal with Marzia when she actually curses.

    I never really got guys in general. I mean, I am that awesome and all that I wouldn't have any trouble finding a date, but still. Just...guys will be guys.

    I quickly text in reply;

Minxymoo: That's great! :D

I pocket my phone and look around the park before swinging up into "my spot" in the big tree. I make myself comfortable and look around. Hey, you gotta be wallflower sometimes when you're new. Know people.

    Have some fun.

    I adjust myself so I'm flat on my stomach, kicking my legs absentmindedly. There's that kid Cry...there's Renee and Max getting ice cream...some guys named Dlive and Entoan chilling out by the koi pond...

    Wait a second.

    I don't think I've seen those guys before. There's a guy with a stupid-looking viking helmet, another guy with a yellow shirt that reads 'TEH SMARTY' and a third guy with golden-ish hair, and then there's some African American guy.

    Wait. I squint.

    There's a guy...a guy with a mario hat.

    I freeze for a second, almost loosing my balance. I know that guy. Maybe not as well as I knew Andy, or Krism, but I've seen him before.

    Anthony.

    Before I can actually think about what I'm doing, I leap out of the tree, landing on hands and feet in a balanced kind of stance, taking most of the impact but still leaving my hands stinging.

    I run straight at him. His back is turned to me. Honestly, I'm not really sure what I'm doing yet. "Anthony!" I yell. Anthony turns. "Minx?"

Chilled POV

"Minx?" I ask before she slams into me, tackling me to the ground. Minx smirks. "It's Chilled now, isn't it?" she asks, looking around at the rest of the crew, who just stare at Minx in shock. "Don't tell me you never noticed I was here."

    Minx hops up and offers her hand. I put both of my hands on the ground and push myself up myself. Minx clucks her tongue in mock disappointment. "Still with that dignity." she comments.

    "Um, Chilled?" Ze asks tentatively. "Who the fuck is this?" Minx raises an eyebrow. "Well, retard, it's Minx." Minx replies, shoving him in the shoulder. Smarty shrugs. "Okay then. That works." Tom rolls his eyes.

    "Um...so yeah, we maaaay or may not have met before.." I admit. Minx nods. "Yeah, tell them about the time I saved your ass."

    I feel my face getting redder and redder. "Just more proof." Minx scoffs.

    Same old, same old.

Cry POV

I look down at my phone.

Poodsiepie: I did it! I finally asked Marzia out and she said yes!

Crykun: That's great.

My heart is in my gut right now. I ram my phone into my pocket and sprint away, sprinting away from God knows what, ignoring that fact that now my phone is vibrating. Only one possible destination reaches my mind;

The dorm.

I slam the door behind me and slide down it, tears falling from under my mask. I pull the damn thing off and throw it at my bed. It smacks the side of the comforter and glides down to the ground.

My hand reaches for my other pocket, fingering a set of keys. I take them out, examining each one. Three keys that hold the secret to my life.

Maybe it's dangerous. But Pewds and Ken haven't always been the smartest guys. I grab hold of the most important one, the vault behind other vaults.

I pick myself up and walk towards the drawer. That one drawer that only I've ever opened. I jab the key into the keyhole and twist, pulling it open. I take the "diary" out of it and flip through page after page.

Then I find those words. Those foolish words.

I can choose my friends

I can choose my family

If they won't accept me

Then others will have me

Yeah, right. I was too hopeful when I wrote those words. And now Pewds is with Marzia. How could I choose now? Choosing would be telling. Telling would be breaking myself.

I learned that the hard way.

-Flashback-

-Two days ago-

"Mom?" I ask unsteadily. I have to break it to her. I can't hide in the shadows from my own mother anymore. She's my mother. I can't take it anymore. Lying. Saying "Yeah, I'm always okay" when I'm never okay.

    "Mm-hmm?" Mom asks.

    "I'm pansexual."

    Silence.

    "Excuse me?"

    "I'm pansexual."

    More silence.

    "Well then..."

    I wait.

    "You're not my son anymore."

And then I hear a click.

I laugh bitterly. Well, if I'm not her son anymore, she isn't my mother anymore. She'll regret that one day.

    I look at my phone and see who the call was from. There's a text in there, too.

Cheybear: Cry. Twitch. Stream. Cards. Against. Humanity. Now.

    I smile. Maybe I can choose my friends.

    Without letting them know it.

-3 days later-

Pewds POV

Cry hasn't talked to me or Ken in three days. Something's not right...