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Dakota's POV

I stagger down the streets toward Ty's.

I reached his front door and opened it.

My sister was standing in front of me, her eyes wide with worry and surprise.

"Kota!!"

She yelled, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I hugged her back.

"We're moving, to Luke'."

Her eyes widened even more.

"W-why?"

She asked.

I looked away.

"...reasons."

She nodded slowly.

"Ok."

She said softly.

I patted her head.

We were able to get our stuff out in 55 minutes.

Luke pulled up in the driveway.

He hopped out of his car and ran over to me.

"Dakota- Dakota?!"

He stared at me, his eyes wide.

"Why are you so.... Injured?!"

He yelled.

I looked away, and then saw another car pull up.

I quickly looked away.

Brice and Ty.

I mean, Tyler.

Luke's eyes narrowed.

"Tyler, huh?"

I looked down.

Tyler and Brice stepped out of the other car.

"Hey, Dakota, done clearing my house from your junk?"

Tyler said.

Brice smirked behind Tyler.

Luke stepped in front of me.

"Excuse us, sirs, we're about to finish so please stop rushing us?"

Luke said, his eyes slanted.

"I want that little brat out of my house. I don't want to catch his pity disease."

Tyler and Brice laughed.

"Get him out of my sight. I don't want to see that loser right now. My eyes will burn from his pitiful appearance. Oh wait. He's pitied by everyone. That's why everyone hates him. Haha. Poor little Dakota. I hope you die. If you die, no one will hate anyone. There'll be no pity. I hope you die."

Ty smirked.

I looked down at my feet, staring down at the grass.

I reached up and tugged on Luke's sleeve.

My eyes started watering, and tears slipped down my cheeks.

"Oh is wittle Dakota cwying? How pitiful."

Tyler said.

Luke stared at the two, his eyes deadly.

"From when did you think you could treat Dakota like this?"

Luke hissed, and then continued.

"You're the one that started this shit, Tyler. You're the one that said all Dakota's friends are messed up and crazy... And you could called yourself his date? You're a fucking retard, Tyler Senter."

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