Sons of Liberty University | Hamilton College AU

Chapter 18 - Casey

Hercules

"Hey, Laf!" I called. "I'm over here!"

My boyfriend spotted me towering over a group of freshmen and shoved his way over to me, face flushed and grinning.

"Hello, mon cœur,(My heart)" he purred, holding my hand. "How were classes today?"

"They were fine," I said, wrapping my arm around his shoulder as we walked back to our dorm.

There was a familiar-looking woman with dark brown hair and light skin walking around. She was clearly looking for something or someone.

She spotted us and rushed over.

"Hey," she said. "Can you help me? My mom said that one of my friends went here, but I can't find her anywhere."

"Sure," I said. "What's her name?"

With no hesitation, she replied, "Hannah Mulligan."

My stomach dropped into my shoes and the blood drained out of my face. Lafayette must've noticed my distress, because he said, "We don't know anyone by that name. Sorry."

"I wasn't asking you," she spat, her niceness suddenly vanishing. "I was asking him. Who are you, anyway? Some sort of tranny? You look like one."

Casey Dallas. I should've known.

Casey was a friend of mine when I lived back in Ohio. Her family was very conservative and extremely religious. The final deciding factor of our friendship was when I was about to start taking hormone suppressors and wearing binders. I asked her her opinion on transgender and LGBT+ people.

She hated them and said they should burn in hell. After that, I disconnected myself from her and blocked her on my phone and social media. I needed to get rid of the poison in my life. The people who wouldn't support me.

And now, here she was, calling my boyfriend, who has been a male all his life, a tranny. I should be the one to be called that. I am proud of the fact that I can confidently say that I'm a guy, and Lafayette has never done anything to hurt anyone.

"Don't call him that," I said calmly, my confidence coming back to me. "He's been a guy his entire life. And Hannah Mulligan doesn't go to this school. Sorry."

Her demeanor instantly grew just a little nastier. "Well, I'll have you know that I looked into the records, and Hannah Mulligan does attend this school," she snarled. "I know she does. I want to meet my gal pal so we can talk about drama and boys and shit. Who are you, anyway?!"

I took a deep breath.

I was tired of living with a secret that I was always burdened to keep. The only people who knew my secret were Mom, Veronica, and Lafayette.

My friends, at least, deserved to know. John. Alex. Peggy. Angelica. Eliza. Hell, even my teachers needed to know.

"Hercules Mulligan," I said, sticking out my hand, a grin on my face. "Pleasure to see you again, Casey."

(WE BUSTIN' OUT SOME DRAMA HERE, BOI! Also, my birthday is tomorrow. Yay...?)