She (Lesbian Story)

23

March
Alex

It's been a month since Adira and I broke up. She eventually confessed to why we really broke up. Her mother was moving her across the states to Hawaii. She apologized and confessed that she was still in love with me, but didn't know how to break the news to me. I eventually understood and forgave her. I did miss her but everything in life happens for a reason.

All of my injuries have healed properly and I was back in school. I missed three months so I was extremely behind. Unfortunately I'll have to take summer school to catch back up. I go to South Atlanta High School and it's ok so far. The girls flock to me but I'm honestly not looking for that kind of attention right now.

8:05am

"Um excuse me can you tell me where the gym is?" A very feminine voice said but when I turned around it was clearly a guy. He was brown skin, long curly hair, about 5'6 and very skinny. I rubbed the back of my neck but decided to be nice. "Yea. Follow me" I told him feeling kind of uncomfortable. I looked back and he looked just as uncomfortable. "How long you been going here?" He told me three days and that so far it was hell. "Whys that?" He looked like he wanted to cry but he held it together. He looked off to the side so I let it go.

"Well we're here" I said pointing to the gym. He thanked me and made his way towards the locker room. I heard voices whispering and people laughing. "Yo Alex so you gay now?" I ignored him but four more chimed in with that ignorant shit. "Nah bitch I'm not. Grow up and grow a pair. Bruh needed help finding the gym so I helped him. Can't dislike someone just because they're gay. Get a life with ya childish ass."

He looked so mad. He tried to step to me but he didn't want it. His friends pulled him back and walked off. I'm glad because I wasn't for beating a nigga's ass today. I continued to walk to my first block class and forget all about those idiots.

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I was walking into the locker room where some of the boys had already started getting undressed. As soon as I walked in I could feel all eyes on me. Some whispered fag and others hurried up and left. It made me feel so uncomfortable because at my other school no one cared, even the straight guys.

"Aye faggot you like what you see?" One of them said. He looked to be about four inches taller than me and at least 30 pounds heavier. I tried to ignore him but when I didn't answer he slammed me into the locker face first. He punched me in the side repeatedly until I buckled to the floor in pain. I could feel blood running down my face and it was hard to breathe.

I didn't understand because Atlanta was swarming with gay people, but I guess it was also filled with ignorant douche bags like him. I quickly grabbed my bag and rushed out the locker room. I hated this school and didn't see it getting any better.