A Dude like her✔️

Chapter Four|| Suck my Ass

Warning: There will be a change of point of view in this chapter. When you see the characters name underlined and in italics, that means the point of view has changed.

Chapter Four|| Suck my Ass

"Mr. Collins, come up to solve the problem in the board."

I sighed and reluctantly walked up the board.

"Whoa, Sawyer, your fucking pants are red, man," Chris Evans said.

The color drained from my face and I tried to recall the last time I had my period.

Let's see. . . one, two- Yup, four weeks ago.

"Dude, are you bleeding from your dick? Should I call 911?" Harry basically screamed out, just in case someone hadn't heard Chris.

Fuck, my sock was probably all stained, fuck me in the ass sideways. I looked down, I needed a smaller sock.

"I probably sat on something," I said as calmly as I could, "Mr. Romero, may I go to the restroom?"

He flicked his wrist dismissively and I rushed towards the restroom and into one of the stalls. I pulled down my pants and almost cried at the sight.

There was no fixing this, I needed a new pair of pants.

I pulled a large wad of toilet paper and stuck it in my pants.

What was I going to do? I couldn't go to the nurse without an explanation or ask a girl if she had a pad.

I wrapped my sweater around my waist after pulling up my pants and walked out of the stall.

"You know, someone is going to start asking why you don't use the urinals at a certain point," Sam stated as he washed his hands.

Weird, I hadn't even heard the fucker come in.

"Okay, first of all, I could give less shits. secondly, do you have any pants you can lend me?"

"I don't have pants but I do have some shorts in the locker room." He didn't turn to look at me or ask why.

I sighed with relief. "Just tell me your locker combination and I'll go get them," I said as I turned around.

"Why would I help you after you took my- why is your sweater red? What did you stain yourself w- oh. . ." He trailed off slowly.

My eyes widened in horror as I took my sweater off and looked at the huge red stain. "Fuck," I growled.

"Oh, trust me, you look even worse without the sweater," he chuckled.

I could feel my tears starting to form as my mind ran through any possible way this could be resolved. "Fuck you," I hissed, but my voice hadn't come as strong as I'd intended.

"Oh, don't cry, it was just a joke. Fuck," he muttered calmly as he neared me.

"Fuck off, asshat," I said while he tried to pat my back.

"Come on, Sawyer, that's no way to talk to the person who knows your secret."

I have a whole book of yours, fuckface.

"Suck my ass."

He rolled his eyes at my comment and gestured me to follow him. "Come on, I can take you home."

My eyes widened and I shook my head. "I can't go anywhere like this!" I exclaimed as I pointed at my ass.

He took off his sweater and threw it at me. "Let's go."