"Hey guys, look at us." Shai, who is sandwiched by a broad shouldered Angie, on her left and slender framed Ren on her right gestures in their general vicinity saying, "The three stages of denial. Angie a heterosexual, me, a bisexual and Ren a full fledged lesbian."
I double over in stitches, the library fills with echoes of contagious laughter, many death glares shoot in our direction.
It was true. Shai, a curly blonde eighth grader finger guns all the gays squashed into the miniature study booth, a mountain of their belongings piled on the lime green table between them.
"I never thought of that before, but now I can't unsee it, thanks Shai." I add sarcastically to which she kicks my shin under the table. Did I mention these specific gays are quite violent? Well, now you know.
"Hey!" Maze, a genderqueer pansexual, leans over the barricade of personal possessions to flick Shai's ear, her black frame glasses falling askew as —if it were possible— she attempts to launch herself at Maze. "Oi—!" Sydney, the second tallest of the group wrenches their hands apart from battling out of view.
"Can we keep the violence to a minimum please? Fitzpatrick is giving us the dirtiest look, he's gonna turn my white shoes black." They stifle their laughter after I speak as the second librarian who I hadn't noticed till now, stands lips pursed and arms crossed her foot tapping the carpeted floor like she's playing an invisible drum.
"Ehem. Girls, this is the second time I've gone past and you're volume continues to increase, keep this up and you'll be asked to leave, is that understood?" The Indian librarian Ms Sabre, awaits their response patient and still.
The gays murmur a strained, "mmhmmm," to appease the raven haired woman's threatening eyes before she adjusts her ponytail locating her next target who blares metal music from the laptop speakers in the seminar rooms.
There are three librarians who uphold a similar opinion on lgbtq members as unclean vermin who don't deserve the rights bestowed on heterosexuals. Sure, we were being loud.
When coupled together the gays have a tendency to get louder and occasionally disturb those adjacent them. However, Mr Fitzpatrick has threatened forbidding us from the library permanently after Shai brought in a bottle of water.
WATER! Not alcohol. Not menthylated spirits... Not even juice. Since the incident us gays have maintained a healthy grudge against the homophobic teachers.
"I swear, they're all out to get us. What's the point of a threat when we've been thrown out of the library more times than the rubbish Mr Zambi takes care of?" Ren adds referring to the asian school janitor Mr Zambi, who is by far the best adult at Saint Blackmore.
I smirk into Sydney's shoulder silently, her body temperature radiating much wanted heat on my part. "Heteroes... I'll never understand them." Says Andre, known for loathing his cisgender birth name Angel, instead preferring his handpicked trans name.
A moments silence is disturbed by my proposition, "I dunno 'bout you guys but I'm ready to get outta here, who's with me?" Mischievous grins stretch their lips in unison, all nodding in agreement they flick their eyes among each other.
"Andre," He pipes up at his name beaming with pride, running hands through slicked back hair, "Take the lead, dude." I bow as I spoke, excitement jitters across the booth.
"Ehehehehem," He over exaggerates clearing his throat, then slamming a closed fist on the table yells loud enough that students in the seminar room whip their heads around, "SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD IS GONNA ROLL ME, I AIN'T THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHE-HED--"
More than twenty eyes, including the disapproving librarians quick to make their way towards us to which we parade around the chest high bookshelves taking unpredictable paths and dodging them as they pursue us.
"GET OUT THIS INSTANCE!" Mr Fitzpatrick's face boils like a whistling kettle, steam practically bursting from his ears with neck veins ready to explode but his protests fall on deaf ears, drowned out by Andre's continuous singing.
"SHE WAS LOOKING KINDA DUMB WITH A FINGER AND A THUMB IN THE SHAPE, OF AN 'L' ON HER FOREHEAD, WELL--" By this point we all join in to support, not as talented in the vocal department although we are applauded as we scurry through the third seminar room exit.
On the way out we salute Fitzpatrick, Sabre and the third librarian Ms Tyskewitz --a ginger haired, six foot woman-- who left her office when the disturbance broke out.
The applause volume gradually decreases as we enter the humid outdoors, the sun at full strength burns us fresh out of the air conditioned building.
We burst out laughing again starting towards the courtyard avoiding random branches, leaves crunching under our school shoes. "As always, we thank you Andre, another week banned from the library. This has to be a record, right?"
"Yeah, yeah." Shai and Maze stroll hands linked, wiping tears from their crinkled eyes. Sydney removes Andre's arm from around her shoulders shoving him into nearby shrubs, he recovers his footing almost instantly to her annoyance. Angie veers off course waving a farewell as she departs.
"Yep, until next Monday we are officially barred from Blackmore's library. Achievement unlocked; piss off the schools most notorious homophobes." Ren and I high five ducking when a low swooping crow passes overhead.
"But today's Friday, isn't it?" Another roar of spontaneous chortles fill the surrounding area, students in queue for the canteen rotate in line toward the raucous sounds.
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Chapstick Boi
Teen FictionMeet Spooky or more commonly known as, 'the over involved Lesbian', 'Spooky scary skeletons' and 'JJ'. Doesn't matter what you call her, she's still gay. You've heard all those stories surrounding closeted gays who suffer in silence, hiding their se...
