"I don't have a boyfriend. I have like four girlfriends, maybe five, but no boyfriend. How many times? I'm not down for cock." Nathan felt he had to spell out as he watched him scroll through his phone, wondering who he assumed was his boyfriend. He hoped Curtis, he was the hottest of all of his male friend and if he had to be accused of wanting a guy, he'd want a good one.

At the question, Nathan scrunched his nose up, hating the question. "I flunked out of school. I think that spelling is just a concept. You know? Who says one way is right. No one says the 'w' in 'sword. So in theory, the same applies to asphyxiation."

Now to spell it. "A-S-S-F-I-X-E-A-T-O-N." Ha. Nailed it. "See? And if it's not how you think it's spelled then that's just your version of things, not mine."