I shook my head and dropped onto the bed. “They have enough kids to worry about without me being here. I appreciate what they’ve done for me, but this is just temporary. Or was supposed to be.”

Aaron frowned. He was a great guy, and we’d become insta-friends when we’d met during the second year of our program, but the novelty of Aaron had worn off quickly when I’d moved into his house.

There’d been an attraction between us for a long time, but he’d always seemed somewhat reluctant to proceed with a relationship. Standoffish, I guess. When I’d been kicked out of my home, he’d been uncharacteristically thrilled and begged his parents to take me in like I was a lost kitten. Turned out, Aaron was bi-curious, but that curiosity had worn off about thirty minutes into a make-out session when I’d slipped a hand down his pants and around his dick. Talk about panic.

Ever since, he’d been awkward and apologetic, explaining in great detail how sorry he was and how he’d just wanted to try it, but he didn’t think it was for him.

Insert awkward displacement issues, coupled with living in a human zoo. Yeah, that’s my life, ladies and gentlemen.

As if on cue, an argument broke out above my head. The voices carried through the floor. It went on and on. When Mr. Santiago jumped in, it escalated.

I needed to get out of here.

“Well, if you don’t stay here, where are you going to go? And how can you just give up the program? We have one year left. That’s it.”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’ve been considering telling my parents I made a mistake.”

Aaron made a face. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ll tell them I’m not gay, and I’ll go on one of those dating sites and find a girlfriend to take home with me to prove it.”

“And the Ryan Vector dick-sucking thing?”

“Okay, first of all, how does everyone and their dog know about that?”

“You told me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“To make me jealous because I wasn’t stepping up to the plate fast enough, and you thought sucking Ryan’s dick would give me the push I needed.”

“That’s right. So technically, this is all your fault.”

Aaron rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You can’t make yourself ungay just as much as I can’t make myself bi. It doesn’t work that way.”

“I can fake it for one year.”

“Really?”

I collapsed on my bed and covered my face. “Probably not. I like dick too much. That’s a long time to control my urges. Dad will be all up in my face and checking the history on my computer, and I’m addicted to porn.”

“Like every twenty-one-year-old on this planet is.”