roton

Anton and Roma got into another fight. When they were exhausted, Roma said, wiping his broken nose with his fist.
Well, you fight, Anton.
"Badly?"
That's the point, no fucking way, Roma thought, but kept quiet. Anton said quietly a minute later:
"Roma.."

• what?
  "I like you"
  Roma was taken aback by these words
• What's wrong with you, Anton? Are you out of your mind or something, Anton?
  Anton, as if he hadn't heard him, took off his glasses, slowly approached, kissed him almost weightlessly, when he pulled away, he said
  "What a fool, I've hinted to you so many times..."
  Several days passed from that moment. Roma told everything to Byashe, that buddy won't tell anyone.
• Imagine, bam, he called me a fool and is avoiding me.
• That's romantic, replied Byasha.
  Anton was standing in the distance, his eyes met Roma's. Tosha somehow left hastily. He was really avoiding Roma, blushing, and led Byasha away.
  Roma was sitting in the back of the class, thinking: "If Anton kissed me, that means he's a faggot... wait, if he kissed me, that means I'm a faggot too? What the hell, I've always liked girls... and I still do... or not?"
  His thoughts were interrupted when he looked at the desks in front. Polina had sat down next to Anton during recess, and now they were smiling at each other, and Polina's hand rested on his shoulder. An unfamiliar feeling stirred in Romka's chest—a jealousy he would never admit. The pencil in his hand snapped, breaking in half with a pitiful crunch. A thought immediately surfaced, and he whispered:
• That's it... bitch