ʏᴇᴀʀʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴄʟᴜʙ

Chapter 2

from now on, these bolded paragraphs will just be author notes/tips when reading, so there's no need to read if you don't want to,, dashes often split up perspectives and/or scenes, such as one moment we might see sam's perspective, and in another we'll see marie's. anyways, enjoy this chapter!

!!TW!! language, heavy homophobia, heavy transphobia, slurs

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"Everlee!" Milo called out, running up to his friend.

Everlee turned, and once she knew who it was, she smiled, "Milo!" She laughed, "What's up?"

"You ready?" Milo asked, bouncing slightly.

"For?" Everlee turned her head slightly.

"Yearbook club."

"Oh, crap, that's today, isn't it?"

"Mhm," Milo took out his phone, "starts in five minutes."

Everlee shrugged, "I walk home anyway," She said to herself, "Where's it at?"

Milo paused, "Shit, I dunno," He looked at the bulletin board beside them and noticed that the poster had been taken down.

Everlee laughed quietly, "You didn't check what room?"

Milo held back a smile, "It slipped my mind--"

"You guys in the yearbook club?" A voice asked them. Everlee and Milo turned. It was Reeves Willis.

"Uh, yeah," Milo said, intentionally lowering his voice a bit since they were in the presence of a cisgender guy.

"Are you?" Everlee asked, kindly.

Reeves nodded.

"Do you remember where it's at?" said Everlee.

Reeves nodded again, "Cortt's room."

Milo snapped his fingers, "Oh yeah. I just remembered."

Everlee rolled her eyes, but laughed, pulling Milo along toward the classroom. Reeves followed quietly, his earbuds in and his hands in his pockets.

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"...You joined yearbook club?" A tall man, a father probably, asked.

Dylan shifted in his seat, "Yeah. 'Supposed to give me half a credit."

"Sure it is, but you could've applied for honors society."

"Right, but honors society is full of a bunch of smart-asses," Dylan pulled out his phone and opened a yellow app that had a small ghost on it.

"Maybe. Can't be worse than yearbook club, though. 'S'full of nothin' but fags."

Dylan looked up at his dad, laughing shortly, "Yeah, it is," He looked back down at his phone, "But this hot girl's running it."

"Eh? I s'pose that's worth half a credit, then," He laughed.

"Y'know I could've driven myself, Dad."

Dylan's dad sniggered, "Like I'd ever trust you with this baby," He ran his right hand over the dashboard as his left gripped the steering wheel, "Wait 'til your car's out of the shop."

"When's that gonna be?" Dylan asked, not looking up from his phone.

"You just be patient," His dad spat.

-

"You're Samuel, right?" Marie Sanchez peeked over a clipboard.

Sam swiped his hair out of his face, "Uh, Sam, but yeah."