Uniform

Call Me Eli

School was hell the rest of the week due to Hunter and his friends taunting me. The only kindness I've had was from Elijah, and I'm crushing hard on him, but obviously, I have to hide it. It's Friday, and the school day hasn't even started, and I can't wait for it to be over already. I sit up in bed and look at the bandages on my nightstand, mentally preparing myself for the day. As I get up, I see the bruises all over my body have started to fade, and the pain has already gone away from the beating.

The only pain I was having was around my chest from binding it. I started to bind my chest but looser than I did the rest of the week. I put on my uniform and look in the mirror to make sure my chest looks flat enough. My chest isn't as flat as it has been; it looks like I have pecs instead of breasts, so it's fine. Today we're doing a lab project, so I get to talk to Elijah today, and it's the only thing I can look forward to going to the hell Brighton Academy is every day.

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I've made it to my locker without encountering Hunter and his friends, so hopefully they'll leave me alone today. I open my locker and take my backpack off to get my lunch out and put it in my locker. I put my lunch in my locker, close it, put my backpack back on, and start walking down the hall towards my homeroom despite having 15 minutes until the bell rings. As I walk down the hall, I see Hunter and his friends chatting and laughing to themselves. I kept my head down, hoping they didn't see me, but as I was about to pass them, I felt one of them pull on my backpack, almost making me fall backwards. "Where do you think you're going, short stack?" The one with the buzzcut, which I've learned throughout the week of torment his name is Ollie. "I was just heading to homeroom," I say nervously, hoping they'll just let me go. "You thought that if you put your head down, we wouldn't see you, but we're not stupid." The one with the curly hair said to me, and I also learned his name is Rory. "Have you been working out, leprechaun?" Hunter said, poking my chest aggressively. Fuck I shouldn't have loosened the binding today. I thought no one would notice. "Ummmm, a little bit," I say sheepishly. "Well, that ends today. We like easy prey, and we don't need you getting strong enough to fight back, got it," Hunter says, pushing me to the ground. Rory and Ollie laugh as I fall to the ground like the short, pathetic weakling I am. I try to get up, but Ollie steps on my hand, causing me to let out a groan of pain. Rory and Hunter laugh as Ollie smashes his foot down harder on my hand. "We didn't tell you to get up," Ollie says, letting his foot off my hand. "I'm sorry." I cried out, trying to hold back tears. "Is the little patriot gonna cry, you gonna cry to you to your mommy?" Rory shouts mockingly at me. The bell then rings, and they all give me a kick in the chest as they walk past me to get to class. Once I see them turn to walk down another corridor, I get up more slowly, feeling the excruciating pain in my chest. I walk to my homeroom, hoping the pain will go away soon.

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The pain from this morning has dissipated, and I'm looking forward to seeing Elijah as soon as I walk into science class. I walk in, and I see Elijah already sitting at one of the lab stations, his blonde hair flopped into his face as he's looking down at the desk. I start to walk towards the station when he looks up and sees me. He immediately cracks a grin, showing his dimples, and waves me over. "Hey," I say softly as I shrug off my backpack and sit on the stool next to him. I look up to see him staring directly at my chest, and I look down at my chest, hoping my binding didn't loosen and my breasts aren't showing. It looks the same as it did this morning as I look up to see Elijah staring back at me. "Sorry, lad, I didn't mean to stare, but your pecs look great. What are you doing?" He asks me, and I can see what I think is lust in his eyes, but I'm probably wrong. He might like boys, I've never asked, but if he does, then he definitely wouldn't like me if he found out I was a girl. "Umm, I haven't been doing anything special, maybe puberty is just kicking in for me," I say with a nervous chuckle. "Well, if it's just puberty, then you're gonna look ripped without even trying." He says, looking me up and down and licking his lips. I could swear he's undressing me with his eyes, but it's probably all my imagination.