Surrender To Love

1. Roommates, Am I Right?

[A/N: I've taken this down bc i hated it tbh, but now I'm putting it back up with some changes. As of now, I'm fixing mistakes. I will be adding or taking away some parts, but the majority of the chapters will be untouched. If you've already read this book (and don't wanna read it again), I'd re-read the last like 20 chapters when the time comes. That's when I'll be adding/taking away some parts and you'll see a difference. Alright imma stop yapping now.]

[Dylan's POV]

 
Before my teen years, I've always been good at hiding who I am, my parents too. When in high school I had a little bit more freedom than the rest. I was able to express myself a lot more, having relationships romantically and platonically. Although I wasn't entirely known, I didn't need to be. I was fine with the people I knew.

Towards the end of senior year, my girlfriend asked if she could "see me more" during sex. I just couldn't do it, I wasn't ready. She got pissed and broke up with me.

Maybe it was for the best.

I haven't had a real relationship since. One night stands here and there but that's it. I wanted something real I craved it, but nothing was ever there. No one wants to date a girl with a dick. Even though I was more open about who I was, I was still insecure. I still worried about how people would think.

I didn't choose to have a dick but I do. I was born with one, intersex. My parents always wanted a boy, at least firstborn. They raised me as a boy but I expressed a different gender. I was more of a girl, I wanted longer hair and felt like a girl. My parents couldn't stop me, all they did was tell me not to say a word about what was in between my pants. I didn't, I kept it secret for as long as I was under their roof.

When I was away from them, I started being more open about who I was. When looking for relationships, I always ended up on the short end of the stick. I'm hot, but I guess the thing in between me makes me not.

"Dylan!!!" my roommate called, breaking the silence of my room. I live with 2 other people who attend the same college I do, UCLA. Their names are Max and Eva. Max is cool and fun to be around, but at points, she can get full of herself. There were times where she completely forgot I existed and ignored me. 

Eva is sweet, she's a nerd and stays at home and school studying most of the time. She had a rough childhood but loving parents so she's pretty shy. She's there for you though and will drop everything to be there. They are both good people, and I don't not enjoy their company.

"Let's go out for drinks!" Max says leaning against my door frame. She's dressed in a green, short dress that ends just above her knees, her makeup is nicely done with nude lips and dark eyeliner. Unfortunately, she doesn't take no for an answer.

I groan at the thought of going to the bar and not drinking because someone has to drive and it sure as hell won't be Max.

"Why don't you ask Eva?" I question one knee up on my desk chair, rubbing my forehead.

"Because she only says yes if you know who is there!" I look at her with my eyebrow raised. "And he won't be there," she finishes saying.

"Ok fine," I responded looking at her. "But only if we call an Uber I wanna drink tonight."

"Fine by me, I'm getting laid!" she informs me. I roll my eyes and shut my door in her face. I decided to wear something casual since I wasn't planning on impressing anyone. By casual I mean a black baggy shirt and shorts. I also wore my usual rings and necklace.

We said goodbye to Eva and went outside where our Uber greeted us.

"Maybe you'll find someone here," Max said, nudging me on the side. I rolled my eyes in disbelief, even if someone came up to me I wouldn't engage. I'm not here for a one-night stand, just to drink my ass off.