Genders ♚ Jacksepticeye

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"What do we have next?" I huffed out, asking Tyler.

"We all have math"

"Ew. That means we're in a class with Mark" Brandon sighed out.

"Wanna skip?" I suggested.

Everyone except for Josh stared at me in shock.

"Whoa, y/n coming on with the rebel behaviour" Josh slammed his locker after Jenna spoke.

"He's always a rebel" Josh smiled; if you couldn't tell, Josh, Tyler and I hang out the most, but normally Tyler's busy with Jenna so it's just Josh and I most of the time.

"Well I'm up for skipping" Melanie spoke up, the rest of the group agreed and we left, heading towards the basketball court so we could chill without anyone around.

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As we were walking down I noticed a boy running towards us, probably late for class.

I noticed the green hair, I turned around to look at him and he was looking back. Weird.

He doesn't seem like the other jocks. He seems more chill.

Hell, he even has piercings and dyed hair, what next? A tattoo?

We might just have to accept him into a group.

"Hello, my names Y/n but people call me Satan, welcome to our group, or formally known as, trash"

I laughed to myself, getting the attention of Jenna and Melanie.

"What's so funny?" Jenna smiled, her and Melanie getting supper close.

I shook my head, taking a breath, a smile still on my face.

"Nothing"

Once we reached the basketball court we all just sat down. Tyler pulled his ukulele out of his book bag; he must have music today.

He began to strum a tune while we all laughed and joked.

Josh found two sticks laying on the ground and began to tap along to Tyler beat.

It was days like this were I love being alive.

No matter how confusing my life gets, they're always here for me.

"Guys" I spoke out bluntly, "I think green hair is different"

They all stared at me. "What?" Brandon spoke.

"You defending one of the jocks" Melanie added.

"I think he's different. I mean, the dyed hair, the piercings. It may just be me thinking this but I don't think he's a bitchy as the others" my voice began to fade as I finished my sentence, they all just stared until Josh finally spoke up.

"Well if that's what you think. We're all titled to our own opinion and if that's yours, then embrace it" he smiled. He was like that, understanding. I liked that about him.

"Why don't you go talk to him?" Jenna scooted closer.

"M-me?! I'm just a screwed up guy! Plus I'm not interesting enough to start a conversation.

"All you gotta go up and do is say hi" "will you come?" "Sorry, can't. I have to be in the music room" "I have to go with Josh" Tyler spoke up.

"Mel, Brandon and I have to go to the office. They found out that we cheered on the fight" Jenna said.

I didn't bother asking Patrick and Pete, they just stayed with each other during recess.

"whatever, I'll talk to him" I spoke up.

I stood up just as the bell rang for lunch. "He'll be with his friends, so good luck" Tyler whispered as he walked pass me.

Yeah, I'm nervous, I don't normally talk a hole lot to other people besides my group.

Does he know about my gender switch? What if he calls me a girl? What if he thinks it weird? What if he thinks I'm weird? He's friends are going to be there, what will they do?

All these questions ran through my mind as I approached closer.

I saw one of his friends tap him on the shoulder and point at me, green hair turned around and looked me in the eyes; his eyes were soft but once he heard his friends snickering, they turned cold.

"H-hi" I spoke slowly and quietly to him.

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "what?" His voice was full of hate.

"I uh, just wanted to say hi-" I laughed nervously, scratching the back of my head, "I'm saying to people I don't normally talk here"

"Well frankly, I don't want to talk to a gender freak like you" I froze up. I didn't move.

I felt tears begin to form in my eyes as I lowered my head to block my face.

I kept taking my sleeve under my eyes so I could wipe away the tears.

"Well, that's for saying something back" and with that, I ran.

I ran till I reached behind the school, and into the woods surrounding it.

What a prick!

I fucking hate him!

I fucking hate myself... And with that last spot, I slowed down, sitting myself at a tree, just letting the tears fall.