𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

⇢Ｅｐｉｓｏｄｅ Ｔｗｏ Ｂ ⇠

It was now the end of the day as I stood by Key's locker just picking at one of my curls as he rambled on about some guy on the football team. He said the guy had been trying to hit on him for a while but he's apparently been messing with other girls too. From all the vocabulary I've learned from Key today, the guy was DL.

I looked up for a second when someone caught my eye. It was that same guy from homeroom and my lunch period. He looked over as he began to look at me with a glare. I got startled so I just put my head down before Key spoke.

"Bitch is you listening?", he looked in the direction I previously was and smacked his lips.

"That bipolar ass nigga is not it and not the one to fool with Rain. And if I'm not mistaken, he on some bullshit too!"

"Like what? He seemed pretty nice to—", the look on Key's face made me go silent.

"Ol' dude has a history of messing with boys and then fucking they mentality up because he can't decide if he's straight or not. Plus his little hoe will make you wanna stray away anyhow. We can find someone else better boo," Key and I began to walk out the building as I looked at the mysterious guy again.

Key and I said our goodbyes before I got to my car, but before I could open the door I saw a small set of hands with nails slam my door closed. I turned around to be met with a girl that was slightly taller than me along with a group of girls around her.

"You the new fag that was hugged up on my nigga this morning?", she smacked her gum as I began to curl up some.

(Jade Williams)

I just stammered as I couldn't find the words to speak. I don't do well in situations like this. I can't really blame anyone for this though but myself. I should've never interacted with anyone, I just cause trouble no matter what I do.

"So the fucking fag can't speak but tries to turn my dude into some random sissy like you. Like look at you bitch, fuck you think you doing dressing up like a female! Damn tranny, the hell?"

I thought my clothing was okay, mama always said I looked good in what I wear. Do I really look like that bad? I wasn't trying to be a girl, it's just their clothes are really fashionable and comfortable to me.

Before I could attempt to respond back, someone pushed her and stepped in front of me.

"Yo, is you fucking dumb? Get the fuck on with this! This boy ain't do nothin to ya dusty big forehead ass—you need to worry about guy that's talking to all these people," this girl was really pretty and her voice was lower than I expected. Although it's helping my anxiety, I felt a little embarrassed she has to be helping me when I should be doing it for myself. I'm such a freaking loser.

The long haired girl just scoffed and walked off but not before throwing up the middle finger and calling me that derogatory word again.

The girl who defended me turned around with an annoyed face before she crossed her arms.
"Ay man, you gotta toughen up round here cause ain't gon be no one to look out for you all the time!"

"I'm sorry and I'll try but thank you," my accent had gotten a lot thicker since I was a little intimidated but I tried to cover up my nervousness with a small smile.

"No need but my names Noeline, but call me Lina."

"Lina, your name is very pretty, I'm Rain."

"You too, but look out for yourself. Take care!", Lina walked off as I looked at the way she walked off with confidence. That's how I wish I could be, or at least pretend to be—even just for a day.

I got in my car and after a while I reached the front of my new home I guess I can now call it. I parked in the garage as I began to collect my things in the car. I was going to close the garage when I saw a familiar face across the street. It was the guy from school taking out his trash.

He glanced up and saw me, nodding his head up as to say hey. I got confused by his behavior and just ran inside as I was met with silence. Papa doesn't get home till around 2:00 in the morning so I was responsible for the house and getting food on my own. It was fine because I had my own money but I often didn't like being alone in the house. Being alone with my thoughts or just being lonely wasn't my thing and I hated feeling by myself all time. But then again, when I'm with others I always feel like I'm in the shadows or trouble so it doesn't even matter.

I kicked off my shoes at the door before I trudged upstairs into my bathroom. I stripped down as I did my skincare routine and put on a face mask before entering the shower. As I exited the bathroom I put a towel around myself before walking towards my vanity table to apply lotion and cologne.

Now that I got out the shower, it reminds me of something. One other thing to mention, I'm a intersex male. Another reason why my dad's protective of me, especially when it comes to guys. He worries about me getting pregnant but my chances aren't very high. My doctors in Madrid have told me even with my capability to get pregnant which is a blessing, there isn't a high chance of it for me. So not only is my vagina rendered a little useless, it hurts that I might not even get to have kids of my own.

My friends in Madrid told me it means more sex to get me to feel good about it but sex isn't all that for me.

I'm a pretty hopeless romantic person even though I couldn't possibly pick up a guy but one could hope.

I applied the lotion and then just dressed in some boy shorts and a hoodie before watching Netflix. It was around 10 at night when I got hungry and I was really craving some pizza, wings, and pasta so I tried to see if any place was open at this time.

With a few minutes of calling around, I found a place and placed an order for delivery before I took a small nap waiting for the food to get here. My phone dinged waking me up as I saw the delivery guy was here.

I slipped on some crocs before I padded out of my room and downstairs as I shuffled through my wallet for money.

I opened the door with a smile before it dropped.

Why couldn't I just have a normal night?