I couldn’t take that risk, so I put Boy Meets Boy in my backpack, took it home, and read it in my room with the door closed. They’d then logically deduce that I was gay and soon the whole school would know. I needed to finish it, but I couldn’t have anyone-not even the librarian-know I was reading about gay boys. I peeled the library bar code off the cover and stole the book. I must’ve lost track of time because the next thing I knew my free period was over and I was 40 pages in. I sat down on the tile floor, hidden by the towers of books, and started reading. I held it like it was the most precious artifact, because to me, it was. I stared in fascination at the light blue cover with candy hearts that spelled out Boy Meets Boy. I pulled it out, making sure no one was in the aisle watching me. I was walking down the aisles when I saw it: 'Boy Meets Boy ' by David Levithan. For a school of only 150 students, our library had a vast selection of books. I was a senior in high school, hanging out in the library during my free period.
