Two Means Trouble

Blushing

Megan's POV:

I felt like I had been kicked in the gut ten times the second I walked up the school walkway. The feeling was more familiar than any other feeling for me, and it overpowered my entire body, making me feel like I could collapse on the concrete. It made my stomach coil and my brain turn to rotten eggs, and it was probably the most miserable thing in my life.

The first time I had experienced the feeling was the day after I had come out. Since so much in our generation revolves around social media, I had come out as a lesbian to my parents first, but in person. After we had talked about it, and they confirmed that they love me and will support me through thick and thin, I went onto my laptop and came out to the entire school.

It took a little while to kick in. I'm not one to make my opinions on myself based on what others think of me, but it's hard when this kind of thing happens. The first three or four comments I received were really sweet. They told me to be myself, and that they supported me and thought I was pretty great for being brave enough to come out like this.

Those three people are now my only friends. Their comments me feel great, and like maybe I didn't have anything to worry about. I could finally let people see who I was, and stop hiding it from everyone that I love. But, when the next comment showed up on my post, I could feel my heart rise to my throat.

Faggot.

The one simple word had so much effect on me. My insides curled in on themselves, and before I could even think of anything else, the comments slowly began to roll in. Disgrace. Go back into the closet. God hates you. Freak. Queer.

People that I thought were my friends left comments for me to wake up to, telling me they didn't support this at all and that we would never talk again. I thought my world was over, and that I couldn't ever show my face at school again. Nothing would be the same, and it was all because I was expressing who I was? That doesn't seem right.

Finally, my twin brother stepped in. He told everybody on the page that if they continued to leave these kinds of comments, they would be dealing with the police and his fist. Since my brother is popular, the comments stopped. But the torture didn't.

So, as I walked up the path leading to the school of hell, I felt the feeling in every inch of me. It was like eating a bad burrito and waking up with a stomach ache. I had slept through the rest of the summer, but now I was waking up, and what I had done was going to be a hell of a long lasting stomach ache.

Dean had stopped walking when he spotted some girl. I rolled my eyes and kept walking, but unfortunately for me, I got a good glimpse of the girl too. And wow.

I'm not the kind of lesbian who tries to hook up and hit on every hot girl they see. I haven't even had a girlfriend before, but I have had a boyfriend, and that's kind of how I knew that I was gay. But I couldn't tear my eyes away for a good three minutes, observing the way she walked like she owned the school, to the looks everyone gave her, including other girls.

My thoughts were broken when a group of petty girls appeared behind me, and I felt a hard jab in my shoulder. I clenched my hands into tight fists, the feeling suddenly becoming more intense. Before I could turn around, the leader of the group walked in front of me so that I could see her.

"You're a fucking disgrace, coming out of the closet. How would you even know your gay? All you are is confused, and now you've got everyone worried about you staring at their tits in the locker room. Seriously, attention whore much?"

I could barley even blink before Cassie had spun around on the heel of her shoe and was walking away. Her followers shot me dirty looks and followed, flipping their hair over their shoulders and marching like they were superior.