Kara, my love DCSHG Kara x Female Y/n

No apparent reason?!

Okay so trigger warning for this chapter, Mentions of self harm, attempted suicide, creepy comments, homophobia and transphobia!

Zee's POV; 

*Bang!* 

My hand hits the table in anger. Honestly I shouldn't have been so mad, but.. Kara, fucking Kara, she is so damn ignorant it hurts. 

I might be a bit full of myself saying this, but I'm a very patient person. But the reason Y/n is mad at Kara hits really close to home. The way Kara just doesn't seem to care nor understand that she is the problem just really agitates me. 

Back before Y/n had come to me with their sob story about Kara being a homophobic little shit, I had been in early middle school, being called a gay freak, but not just for the reason many may assume.
I wasn't always Zee Zatara; when I was born my mom and dad had cradled me in their arms and murmured, "Our precious little Zackary Zatara.." 

I'm trans, and not exactly proud to be. Sure my parents accepted me, but the amount of commotion I caused on social media was insane, and headlines were hurtful and unnecessary;
 "Zachary Zatara's Shocking Secret!"
 "Zee Zatara? More like Man in Mascara!"
 "Zackary 'Zee' Zatara insanely pretty for a transgender  woman!"

And you can only imagine how much worse the social media were, I remember this one dick who had tweeted, "Do you think the gay Zatara freak would let me touch them boobs? I mean I they're fake but damnnn, he's got ass! I'm not a gaybo though,"

And as if the universe doesn't hate me enough, I turned out to also be bisexual. So two things that make me an utter loser, according to social hierarchy at least. And that's one of the only reasons why I attend metropolis high, a small, under the rock school where not many give a shit about those things, instead of some prissy private school, where I got bullied, and experienced something along the lines of what Y/n did.

So, we're quite similar, both coming from backgrounds with money, assumed to have good lives and lots of real friends because of it, and maybe that's why I was so mad on Y/n's behalf.

Kara scoffs. "Huh, so you're  gonna get all mad now? What's next? Are you  gonna ignore me for no apparent reason too?"

My eyes snap towards Kara.

"..No apparent reason?" I say in disbelief.
 "No apparent reason?! Oh yes, my fucking bad Kara, I didn't realise being bullied by a bunch of random people for who you are, then being on the verge of suicide multiple times, self harming till you couldn't even be featured in certain magazines anymore because you'd give other teens 'the wrong idea of what was normal and healthy' to then move on to being interviewed by literal dicks to make sure you still feel needed and wanted, even after your ego was destroyed by not being featured anymore.
 Then just when you thought your life was finally getting better, you find out one of your closest friends was homophobic as shit in middle school and doesn't even remember or give a shit about their actions and doesn't seem to understand that they're a shitty person and hurt many with those very actions even if it happened a long time ago, is no apparent reason! But hey! That's completely okay! The more you know, am I right?" I yell, near tears.

 Kara was left speechless and the cafeteria was watching and recording as if we were some stupid novelty show.

Then one person starts to move. Being Y/n, they leave Leslie's side, and start making their way towards me with fast, clickity steps. 

Y/n's POV;

"..No apparent reason?" Purple haired girl says slowly, blinking hard.
"No apparent reason?! Oh yes, my fucking bad Kara, I didn't realise being bullied by a bunch of random people for who you are, then being on the verge of suicide multiple times, self harming till you couldn't even be featured in certain magazines anymore because you'd give other teens 'the wrong idea of what was normal and healthy' to then move on to being interviewed.." I zone out realising something.
This persons story sounds very similar to the other purple haired girl who was my emotional support years ago.

I sit there thinking hard. What do I do here? Defend Purple Hair or just watch like a dick? If I defend Purple Hair I'll probably end up talking to Kara, and I don't need that. But If I just sit here then I'm the one being a dick, especially since I can understand and relate to what this poor girl has ben through.

So on an impulse thought, a decision I might regret, one swift movement was made as I got up from Leslie's side and carefully trod my way towards Purple chick, I quickly grabbed her by her shoulders and then dragged us to an empty classroom, being closely followed by onlookers in the cafeteria. I pull her into a cupboard to have even more privacy and lock the door shut, away from the crowd. 

"Are.. are you the one who modelled with me, like what 2 maybe 3 years ago? Kicked out of the agency in 2021 ish?" I ask, breathing heavily, hoping I had found the person I needed.

"Yeah, yeah I, in fact DID model with you. We were really close, and I even know about you and Kara." Zee says, smiling.

"I- Oh! Yes! Zee Zatara, my therapist at the time~!" I say in a small jokey tone, my voice quivering slightly. "Do you remember Jantez? The guy with fluffy hair?" I say, much as an after thought.

Zee nods her head hard, "Yeah! Of course I do! I cannot lie, I honestly thought you two were a thing, but then you came to me crying your heart out about Kara. Such a shattering sight, nearly cried myself," Zee laughs, her eyes glossy and smiling a small sweet smile, making my heart squeeze in with genuine happiness.

Talking about Kara, we heard her voice calling from down the hall. 

"Zee? Y/n? Please come out, I just wanna talk!" She yells. 

"I should go to her, I'm sorry, I should talk it out with Kara,"

"Yeah, okay, but I sure as hell wont, so good luck, Zee. Hang on, here's my number," I say, scribbling it on a post it I found in the cupboard.

"Thanks, Y/n, I'll call you tonight, k?" Zee says, giving me a very quick hug. I could swear her I could feel her heart beat faster after that. She then unlocked the cupboard door and walked out the classroom to try talk to Kara.

1st July 2022

I'm acc so tired. 1183 words.