Alexander

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John's POV

Alex didn't kiss back immediately. I got worried and pulled away, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. I mean, I just found out that Alex was trans, and then I just go and kiss him!

Am I gay?

He looked at me, studying my face. He lifted his hands, gently stroking my cheeks. He hooked a hand under my chin and pulled my face to him, smashing our lips together again. I kissed back almost as soon as our lips touched. There wasn't lust behind the kiss; just pure love. We pulled away.

He smiled at me.

"I've been waiting for forever to do that."

I nodded in agreement.

"Hey, Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad I found out." He slowly nodded.

"I'm glad I didn't have to tell you. And I'm sorry for not trying to say anything, but it's not the best conversation starter."

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On Monday, Alex wore a binder under his shirt to school. It took some convincing by yours truly, but it seemed to help his confidence when he realized people weren't staring or judging him.

"Hey, Lex!" I said as I approached my locker. "Wassup?"

He glared at me, slamming his locker.

"Care to explain this?" He pointed to the door, the words transgender slut were written on it in red and black sharpie on every empty spot available.

"Who did that? Can I fight them?"

"You can't fight yourself, dumbass. See you in History." He spit out, storming off.

What the fuck did he think I did?