The Life Of 'Bello (Intersex/Camila)

No!

The weeks following, I befriended the girl. Of course, getting picked on by the guys. They'd tease and say that I like her, and I do, but they didn't need to know that.

One day, a Thursday actually, Nick and Randy didn't show up to school. It was because Nick had a dentist appointment and Randy had the flu. So, it was just me, Edwin, and Leigh-Anne.

It was lunchtime and, for some reason, Ed didn't sit with me. I knew a few people at my table, but I wouldn't call them my friends. Just people I talk to when my crew's missing.

Suddenly, a dude I've never seen before approaches me and sits in the free seat in front of me. He was pretty good-looking really. He had dark skin and dark eyes under thick eyebrows. His teeth were straight and his hair was cut short neatly.

His muscles were exposed in his sleeveless shirt; a silver chain a few inches from his neck.

Like if I was into guys, I'd probably be in love with him. The guy was gorgeous.

No homo, though.

He nods at me, "You Carlos?" Wait, he's British, too? How many Brits we have here? Also, it was obvious this guy had already hit puberty with a voice like that. I shrug, setting my juice down, "Yeah."

He squints a bit, sizing me up before stifling a laugh. I raise an eyebrow, "Something funny, compa?" He nods immediately, "Yeah. You're small as hell, man. Here I was thinking I had competition."

"Competition? What do you mean by that?" I say, feeling my blood slowly boil. "In case you didn't connect the dots, I'm Andre. Leigh-Anne's boyfriend."

Both eyebrows raise at that. I mean, it makes sense. She's gorgeous, he's gorgeous. They're perfect together. I was honestly shocked that I was just meeting him.

"Oh, really?" I say, disinterested, taking another sip of my juice.

"Yeah, really. I was here to tell you to stay from my girl, but I see I ain't got much to worry about," he chuckles. "I mean, you look like a girl. Especially in that purple shirt and that haircut."

Since I haven't been to the barber in weeks, my hair had grown pass my ears. I had some hair swooped to the side while the rest kinda just hung. It was a common look nowadays.

But being called a girl further angered me. "Listen, vato, I ain't a girl," I say, getting annoyed at my own, prepubescent voice. This makes Andre laugh out loud. "See? You even sound like a girl." My fists clench and I stand up from my seat.

"Take it back," I threatened through my teeth. He gives me an unbothered look before picking up a tater tot. "Who are you trying to scare, vato?" The urge to punch the smirk off this guy's face was high.

Before I could say anything, the linch monitor calls to me, "Mr. Cabello, sit down!" I keep my eyes trained on the jock, descending into my seat. "Yeah, Cagayo, sit down," he says.

Without thinking, I push my tray and jump across the table, attacking the boy. He grabs my collar and drags me to the floor before sending a few shots to my face. I manage to get out of his hold and give him a couple of good hits in the face.

He picks me up and slams me on the ground before kicking me. I curl up into a ball, body now in agony. A few moments later and I don't feel him kicking me. I look up and see the lunch monitor and now Leigh-Anne holding Andre back.

The girl looks down at me with apologetic eyes. Someone helps me up and pats my back. I look over at them and see that it's a kid a little shorter than me with a uniform on, shirt untucked.

Their hair was in a thick ponytail on top of their head and their skin was a light brown. Maybe a little bit darker than Leigh's if not the same shade.