Togetherness

2

"Hey, Ella."

I flinch at the familiarity of the voice and don't turn around from my open locker to face him.

"Leave me alone, Tim. And it's Parker." I pull out my three ring notebook that was wedged between the metal wall of the locker and another notebook.

"Yeah, no. Last time I checked, it was Ella. You know, the name that your parents gave you since you are a girl." He says the last part slower, as if I wouldn't be able to comprehend.

"No, I'm not. My genitals have no say in what my gender is. Sure, it's biologically my sex, but not my gender. This isn't the body I'm comfortable in and I would like for you to stop calling me by my previous name."

Tim moves in closer to me, with his chest pressed against my back, my front pressed against the locker next to mine. He leans closer to my ear to whisper, "you know, I think I would be pretty comfortable in this body of yours. If you get what I mean." He reaches down and squeezes my ass.

I swat his hand away and elbow him in the stomach, causing him to groan and stumble backwards, off of me. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

He's already recovered and standing up straight. "Damn, you're so sexy when you're angry." He smirks sickeningly, probably thinking that might win me over. Fucking pea brain.

"You're disgusting, you know that?"

"I wouldn't say I'm disgusting, but I can get a little na-" I can't hear the end of it because I'm already halfway down the hallway, towards my first class and away from him.

I can feel a pair of eyes on me, watching me storm down the hall, but they don't give off a slimy, perverted kind of feeling or Tim-like in any way. I brush it off, thinking it's nothing, and continue on towards my class.