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dys·pho·ri·a /disˈfôrēə/
noun
a state of unease or generalized dissatisfaction with life.
"adolescents with depression, dysphoria, mania, and anxiety disorders"
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"Why you think I came?" Monteclair asked Jada. They both sat on either sides of Jada's bed, staring in each other's eyes.
Jada looked down at her hands as her index fingers danced around each other. She was nervous yet upset.
Jada and Monte had been together for awhile, until their most recent breakup. They split up for over five months are their breakup. Two months ago though, they rekindled their love through sex. They aren't together though, as it may seem that they could be.
Says the teenagers and their peers at their high school, McCannon Falcs High. They call their selves, 'friends with benefits', just the 'lowkey' kind. What does that even mean you may ask. Lower Status=Less Attention.
Now they sit in Jada's 'Pretty in Pink' overly decorated room, on her queen sized bed.
"Hmm?" Monte hummed, raising his eyebrows as well. Jada just continued to twirl he index fingers around each other. She wanted to say, the only reason Monte came to Jada's comfortable home was to sex her into thinking he really loved her, but she kept her mouth shut because she didn't want to get cursed out.
Monte just looked down and moved his beautiful, thick, long dark brown curly hair, that reached all the way down his back, just over his butt. And that was only due from shrinkage.
He then looked backed up, staring at Jada with his Bright green eyes. Monte is truly a beautiful human being.
All the way from his long natural curls, to his mesmerizing green eyes. His slight two-toned lips, light brown and dark pink. His glowing brown skin, to his various story-telling tattoo. The permanent diamond teeth in his mouth, that shined every time he smiled, to his iced out jewelry that blinded everyone that looked, which he would occasionally wore.
He even had style like no other.
His guaranteed go-to look that makes all the girls go crazy, was yet so simple. A fresh white T-shirt that costed about $5 for the whole pack, Grey sweatpants of any brand, black socks and an shoes or slides of his choice. Throw on a simple small Cuban link chain and throw his hair up into a messy but sexy bun.
A guaranteed women-stealer look.
Monteclair wasn't ordinary though, he seemed to fit the description of a guy. He wasn't you 'typical guy.' He looks more like a female stud. From his baby face, to his height. His Masculine voice with a little feminism hidden behind it. He wasn't a girl though. Neither was he a guy. He grew up a transgender. Well, there's a way to explain his situation.
