Lost Upon Myself

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - Transferred

Aaron

I woke up to the pestering blaring of my alarm. My ears began to ring as I repeatedly slammed my fist down onto the clock again and again until the bleeping silenced. 7:24AM, time to get ready for school.

I wriggled out from under my duvet, throwing my pyjamas aside. Hurriedly, I grabbed a pair of undies and my school uniform and got dressed.
"Aaron, I made you scrambled egg!", my mum called from downstairs as I fell over whilst trying to put my trousers on.
"Thank you", I replied nonchalantly, picking myself off the floor as I shoved my legs into my trousers.

I passed Kate in the hallway and we both murmured quiet "good morning"s to each other before going our separate ways. I hustled myself into the bathroom and looked into the same old mirror at the same old face.

Brown scruffball mess of hair, check.
Teeny freckles as far as the eye can see, check.
Dull grey eyes, check.
Chubby round cheeks, double check.

However, this face had a different identity to yesterday's face. It was a new face. The face of a changed man. Well... I didn't feel like a changed man... I didn't really feel like anything had changed... I still felt regular and boring just on the more queer side. Is being asexual considered queer? I know absolutely nothing.

"Still the same as yesterday", I mumbled to myself as if I had expected to morph overnight after being a newly-discovered asexual human.

God there's gotta be a better name for that.

Once I had eaten breakfast and brushed my teeth, I rushed out the door and off to school.

"Hey, Ace", someone behind me hollered, they sounded familiar but I had no idea who Ace was... Maybe they were new?
I continued making my way to my tutor base, clinging onto my backpack straps like an overwhelmed Year 7.
"Oi, why you ignoring me?", the person grabbed me by the shoulder and I swivelled around only to see Dion in front of me. His hair was vivid still but he'd clearly dyed it a different shade to before; it was a feminine lilac - not that I'd say that to his face, he'd probably get hissy.
"Oh hi, sorry, I didn't realise you were talking to me", I smiled awkwardly as he slowed down to match my sloth-pace.
"Don't you remember me saying that your new nickname is Ace?", He chuckled, squeezing my shoulder tighter.
"Ah, yeah, whoops", I shrugged his hand off me, "what does that mean, by the way, 'Ace'?".
Dion looked off into the distance briefly. "Oh right, I think it's the name for Asexuals, it sounds cool, right?", he grinned.
"Sure", I said. I peered at his face closely for a second and could see he was wearing very faint eyeliner on his top eyelid. I couldn't help but snigger.
"What are you laughing at?", Dion's bewildering grin shrunk and his posture became slack.
"Why are you wearing make-up?", I interrogated him. He turned cherry red. "D'ya think Gwen will be turned on, hm?".
"Shut uppp, someone might hear you say that", Dion whispered, his voice wavering in embarrassment. He looked behind him to see if anyone from our year was nearby.
"Why are you wearing it though? I have nothing against you if you're trans", I lowered my voice.
"I'm not trans you dummy, I just thought it looked... nice?". He moved so much faster than me, does 2 inches of extra height really improve your leg length that much?
"You'd better take that off soon or one of the chavs will make you regret it", I sighed, skipping a bit to catch up with his giant strides.
"It can't be that noticeable", Dion pouted, "doesn't it define my eyes though? Black and blue compliment each other".
"Hm whatever you say~", I smirked.
Dion was silent.
...
"Alright alright I'll take it off- give me a second", He huffed, defeatedly, barging into the Boys toilets as a bunch of Year 8s squealed at his dramatic entrance. I followed him in.
"Wow it's been 7 weeks and they still can't afford to get some Dettol and clean these bloody mirrors", I laughed as my eyes scanned the many tiny penises drawn on the reflective surface.
"I know right, so gross", Dion added, dabbing his finger in some water and attempting to smudge the eyeliner off.