Lonely~ lams highschool au

~4~

I huffed slightly, sitting on the plastic chair next to the nurses desk as she tried to contact my mom.
"Look, I'm seriously fine. I think my mama is at work so I can just go back to class," I started rambling, anxiety setting in as I realized that my mom can't pick up. She's real sick and I'm fairly certain the hospital won't let her have a phone.
"Well... if you think you're ok, I guess you can head on back." The nurse muttered as she glanced at the clock. It's always nice to know the staff hate it here just as much. Or maybe that's worse. There was no time to contemplate because I was already halfway down the hallway on the off chance she changed her mind.

I rushed into the girls bathroom, head down and trying my best to grab some toilet paper to contain some of the leftover bleeding before it happened.
"You shouldn't even be allowed in here." 
I froze before slowly turning around to look Kitty Van Renesselaer in the eye.
"The hell do you want from me Kitty." I growled, trying to sound intimidating. I prayed that the small stream of blood pouring out of my nose helped, but it most likely made me look like a mental patient.
"You heard me dyke. People like you shouldn't be allowed in here. You're probably just gonna molest someone. Everyone knows you're some psycho lesbian freak."
Now, I consider myself a good kid. I do my homework, I love my mama, I go to church every Sunday. But Kitty Van Rensselaer deserves a slap in the face. One I was gearing up to deliver.

But life is funny, and instead of showing that bitch I can fight back, I just bowed my head and ran out, tail very much between my legs.

Here's the thing about people like Kitty. You aren't anyone they won't allow you to be. It doesn't matter that I have a boyfriend I want to love or that Feeling of relief I felt when I learned the word transgender. In kitty's eyes, I'm some predatory lesbian.

And that was the straw that broke the camels back.

The tears started rushing out of my eyes, hot and angry and scared and sad. It was all too much to handle. My nose was still throbbing where John hit me with a dodgeball, which was truly an insult to injury. So my pathetic ass grabbed my backpack and walked off campus.

I ended up at a bagel place near my high school, where I had the pleasure of scaring off all the other customers with my ugly crying. I guess I really am a freak. But I was so rudely interrupted from my pity party by none other than, oh you fucking guessed it, a mister John Laurens.
"Lex? Are you ok?" He was suddenly dragging a chair over to my little self hate fest and staring at me with worry.
"Is this about gym earlier? I'm really sorry about hitting you-"
"Shut the hell up." I was saying it before I knew what I was saying. And the hurt little puppy dog look on his stupid freckled face didn't help gain any sympathy. The anger bubbles up inside me and suddenly I was screaming.
"I don't wanna hear that you're sorry. I've had a really shit day and there is nothing you can do. And I don't need you to act like you can fix anything with a little 'sorry'. Why are you even here? Do you have some kind of magical tracking device that leads you over to make my life worse? Do you have some incessant need to piss me off that can only be quenched by your constant bothering? If so, you can fucking stop now. I have officially relieved you of whatever duty you think you have to me. I. DON'T. NEED. YOUR. SYMPATHY!"

He didn't answer. Instead, wordlessly, he got up and walked out. And that's... when the shame came...