Big Girls Don't Cry ✔️

Change of plans

Martin

I decided to change things up a bit with Kelsey. There was more to her than I thought, and I wanted to find out what it was. After what I saw, something told me she wasn't like the kids we went to school with at the high school.

I found her at her locker and strolled over to her, "Kelsey."

She turned and had a look of confusion on her face.

"Can we talk?"

"About what?" She questioned me with even more confusion.

"I want to show you something, but it requires us to leave school," I suggested as she looked at me, confused. "I promise not to cause any trouble."

She looked at me and sighed, "okay."

She closed her locker door, and we left the school. Getting into my car, all I could think about was I hope she understands why I'm doing this.

We pulled out of the parking lot and drove to the house I was staying in temporarily. I pulled up in front and got out. She followed suit as we walked to the front door. After opening it, we walked inside.

I stood there as she looked around, "why did we come here?"

"Because this is my home," I spoke quietly answering her question.

Her head snapped in my direction as she looked at me suspiciously. I knew I had to be completely honest with her, or she would never talk to me.

"My parents were killed last year in a robbery. I was sent to live with family, and I use the term loosely. They also left me money so I could be supported, but those family members took my money. I ran away and used a fake I.D. to get the rest of it. It's all I could afford," I confessed to her.

"So, you have no family?" She asked in a concerned tone.

"Nope and not ones I want as a family," I shrugged as I stood there. "This is why I don't like anyone or anything because all people do is lie and take what's yours."

She looked around, "and here I thought you were just rebelling."

I looked at her strangely as she turned and smiled at me, causing me to chuckle a bit.

"Why did you decide to tell me of all people?" She asked, genuinely.

"Because I wanted to be honest with you and in ordered to do that, I needed to show you," I reasoned.

"I guess I can see your point. People tend to make up things, and unless you have proof, you're not going to believe them when they tell you the truth. Which reminds me, I think I figured out what to write for our assignment," she mentioned as I looked at her.

What did she have planned?

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Kelsey

We left Martin's house and went back to school. Seeing how his actual life was like made me understand him more. I promised him I wouldn't tell anyone.

I also knew I could write about it but not make it about him. If it was one good thing I was good at, it was writing. I kept a journal about being transgender. My dad gave it to me and said it would help to put my feelings down on paper. He was right.

I still didn't trust Martin with knowing I was transgender. Although, something told me he was way different than most people. It was a wait and saw the type of the deal.

Through the school day, I kept thinking about what I saw and what I wanted to write. At lunch, I sat down at the table and ate while hitting down notes. The next thing I knew, someone took a seat across from me. I looked up to see Martin sitting there.

"You lost?" I asked, casually.

He chuckled, "Nope."

I shook my head and rolled my eyes as I continued to jot notes down.

"What are you writing?" He asked, curiously as he watched me.

"Notes for our assignment," I answered as I handed him the notebook. He took it and read through it. His expression turned to surprise.

"That's an interesting take on things," he commented to me.

"I figure we could mesh a few details together then apply it to society. That way, people won't know about our situations, and we can still get an A," I smiled.

He handed the notebook back to me, "I like your way of thinking."

"I thought so," I shrugged as I went back to eating.

"So, I was thinking, maybe we could hang out besides working on an assignment together," he mentions, casually as I dropped my sandwich and almost choked on my food. He looked at me, perplexed, and said, "or not."

I took a sip of my drink as I clear my throat, "You want to hang out with me?"

"Sure, why not? How else am I going to keep an eye on you, so you don't spill my secret," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him. Of course, it always comes down to a secret.

"Martin, I promise I won't say anything. You don't need to make an excuse to hang out," I reasoned.

He rubbed his chin in thought.

"Don't worry, after the assignment, you can go back to being a rebel," I reminded him.

"Oh," he answered a bit sad.

I looked at him and saw something I never saw before disappointment. I thought about it; Martin had no family or friends. He lived alone. What if this was his way of not feeling lonely? I mean, at some point in our life, we all feel lonely. That's when I made a decision that would forever change my life, and I didn't even know it.

"I thought about it, and we can hang out," I said, giving him a soft smile. His head snapped up, and a smile curled on his lips.

Something told me this was a decision that would help both of us in the long run. I hope the choice was right. God, I hope it was right, or I was completely screwed.

Things are going to take a turn. Get ready because feelings are going to emerge, and so is the truth.