It was six o clock, and I knew the time had come.

If I had lived in the old west, this would have taken place on empty, dusty streets, lit by a flaming sun. Dust would have been picked up by a hot wind, which still failed to blow away the tension in the air. If this had been in a superhero comic, this would have taken place in the supervillain's dark and gloomy lair or the hero's glitzy mansion. If I lived in a romance story, I bet this would have been in an ivy covered gazebo, a rooftop, or even a bedroom, but no. This was real life, and my confrontation with Evan was on an empty, windswept field, where the grass had grown considerably in the past week, now over a foot tall.

Neil stood supporting behind me and to my right, kind of like a second in a gunfight. Only we didn't have firearms. We had words.

"Evan." I almost growled. "Get lost."

"Ethan." Evan replied. "Why do you think I even care?"

I choked on my preplanned response. "Why wouldn't you?"

"Because I know every freakin' ((Only he didn't say freakin')) thing about you. I know what you think before you think it. I know what you want, what you need, your dreams, your nightmares."

"You are the source of my nightmares." I replied scathingly. "And you just contradicted yourself."

Evan ignored me and pointed at Neil. "Who is he?"

"My roommate and friend."

"Your lover?"

"More like my big brother."

Evan smirked. "Since when have you been incestrious?"

Neil stepped forward, becoming my shield to stand between us. "Shut up."

"Who do you think you are?" Evan demanded, his voice rising with indignation.

"Cornelius Blake, heir to Blake Industries, fourteen hotel chains, three private schools, six international businesses, eighteen local companies, and the majority of the Blake fortune." Neil said threateningly. "The real question here is: Who do you think you are?"

Evan stared in shock. I was staring too, but at least I had the decency to do it to his back. How had I gone almost two months without knowing that my roommate came from one of the richest families in the world?

"Let's go, Ethan." Neil said softly, and we returned to our room in silence.

"Sorry, Neil. I'm really sorry that I made you go through that. It's just that--"

"You don't need to explain." Neil interrupted. "I know tons of guys with secret homosexual relationships on the side. It's alright, I won't tell."

So now he thinks I'm gay. I thought. Oh well, It's better than finding out that I'm a girl.