Ally - A Queer Love Story ✔️

1

I'm walking down the halls with Jack, some random guy who attached himself to me the moment I arrived. He hasn't shut up even once nor has he left me alone for a second but I guess I wasn't really complaining though, I knew it would be difficult to make friends as a new student in senior year because everyone else probably already had their cliques, so I was grateful for whatever acquaintances I could get...no matter how loud and annoying they may be.

"...and then Mrs Thompson looked at the kid and was all like: your mother really should've swallo- Hey, are you even listening to me man?" he asks, snapping his fingers in my face.

"Yeah yeah, Mrs Thompson's really good at swallowing. Hey, who's that over there, she's cute," I say, slapping his hand out of my face while referring to a brunette dressed in a short black skirt and oversized pink sweater standing by the lockers. She's not exactly well-endowed but she's still quite pretty.

"Dude, she is not even a she. There's way prettier girls here and you'd be better off staying away from that wierdo," he replies as we walk into the class. I'm honestly taken aback by this, I'd never heard Jack being so rude about someone.

"Just because she's flat chested doesn't mean you can say such mean things about her," I say as we take our seats.

"I mean that that's an actual dude with a dick," he says, a hint of disgust lacing his voice.

"What do you mean by-" Before I can finish my question, the bells rings and the teacher walks in, shushing us and immediately getting started on the lesson.

The beauty in the halls was a guy? But they were wearing a skirt. A crossdresser maybe? It doesn't really matter though, I've never seen a dude as pretty as that, and contrary to what Jack said, he's even prettier than most of the girls here as well.

My thoughts are filled with the beautiful brunette for the rest of the day and before I know it, school is over.

After school, I run into the cutie from earlier. He's on the floor by the gates, scrambling to his things off the floor.

"Well hi there, beautiful," I say, bending down to help him pick up his things.

"Oh, you meant me?" he asks, looking up at me in surprise.

"I don't see anyone else around here?" I answer.

"I'm sorry, didn't realize you were talking to me. I saw you with Jack earlier, I assumed he'd have told you to steer clear of me already. A lot of the boys don't talk to me either, they think I'm a freak," he says, sounding downcast.

"And why would they think that?" I ask frowning. How could anyone dare to look at such a beauty and say hurtful things.

"They think it's wierd because I'm trans and they keep saying that I'm not a real girl," he explains with a dejected expression that breaks my heart.

"Well I don't think you should listen to them, they're all dumb high schoolers. What do they know anyways?" I say, rising to my feet and holding out my hand for him.

"Thanks," he says smiling up at me. "I'm Ally,"

"Leon," I respond, pulling Ally up to his...her?...feet. "So how should I refer to you then?"

"I don't really mind if you use he/him pronouns but I prefer she/her," she answers.

"Well Ally, I don't think you should listen to them. I think you should only listen to me, and I say you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen and they're just jealous that they don't look as cool as you do in skirts," I state in a manner-of-fact tone.