green sweater » jeremike

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"I brought you an extra pair of pants, if you want them." Mike offered.

"No thanks, last time I wore your clothes they were way too big on me." I giggled slightly as we walked into the school building. We went to a private school, and it wasn't as strict as most other schools. It was actually kind of fun, and definitely LGBT+ friendly. A kid once got suspended for homophobic remarks. This is where I consider myself at home.

Unfortunately, transgender rights are still a work in progress, and I haven't really talked to any teachers about it yet, so I still wear my female uniform. My parents wouldn't buy me the male uniform anyways. Oh Tori, you look so beautiful in those skirts! Or, But Tori you have such a perfect body, why wrap it all up? It's the same bullshit everyday, I swear.

"I could buy you a pair." Mike suggested. "What size do you wear?"

"Aren't women's and men's pants, different?" I asked. I'd never really worn boys clothes, expect for Mike's.

"Yeah, and that's why you're coming over this weekend so we can test out the sizes." Mike smiled.

"You don't have to.. I-I'm really fine." I lied.

"No you're not, and even though I'm all for men in skirts, it just doesn't fit you." Mike chuckled. I blushed lightly.

"I-I guess so.." I stuttered. I hated how the simplest remarks from him could make me fluster.

"You weren't doing anything important this weekend, right?" Mike asked, taking me to my locker.

"No, just my usual sobbing and listening to my parents complaints." I rolled my eyes.

"I don't know, I'd hate to pull you away from that." Mike replied sarcastically. I laughed as we approached my locker. I put in the combination and grabbed my books.

"But in all seriousness, your parents need to grab a hold of their balls and accept the fact that they have a very handsome son." Mike grinned. I sighed and blushed at his compliment.

"You make me so red, you know that?" I smiled a bit.

"Yeah," Mike answered.

"Thanks for walking me to my locker, I could take you to yours if you want." I offered.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say I don't have a choice.." Mike gave me a somewhat accusing face.

"Maybe.." I mocked his actions. He laughed and my heart fluttered. Fuck, I love this boy.

"Come on, then." Mike barely brushed his hand against mine, and it was definitely on purpose, seeing him smirk at me. I think he knows what he's doing to me, and honestly I wouldn't mind if he continued.

At Mike's locker, his locker mate was already there. We ran out of lockers on our floor, so some of us have to share.

"Hey, Michael, you gonna be at the party tonight?" The boy asked.

"I don't know.. It's too cool for me.." Mike somewhat jokingly replied.

"You know damn well it's not.. It's a special party." His friend laughed.

"Whatever, probably. Can Jeremy come?" He suddenly brought me into the conversation.

"O-Oh, I don't think I would fit in-"

"Don't worry, I think it'll be right up your alley." Mike's friend grinned. Mike blushed and shook his head.

"I thought you were gonna say ass, not gonna lie.." Mike laughed.

"You would enjoy that, wouldn't you, Mike?" The locker mate nudged him playfully, making me and Mike blush.

"Fuck off, you twat." Mike attempted to hide his flustered face. As for me, I was kind of stunned by everything. It all kind of happened too fast. First the party, then the sexual joke. What did he even mean? Did Mike like me?

No.

I'm a girl.

He doesn't like me.

"Anyways.." Mike cleared his throat. "I'll pick you up at around 5, I promise you, you'll enjoy the party." Mike changed the subject.

"Fine." I agreed, and as long as Mike's there, what could go wrong?