Fuck It! #4: Things Will Be Alright

Chapter Six

Jeff came down to breakfast rather late the next day, something pulled up on his phone.

"So," he said rather loudly– loud enough that the entire hall could hear him. They all went quiet, looking over. "I found the most interesting thing."

That was it. He knew.

Wes got up, hoping to leave in peace. But that was too much to ask.

"No, no, sit back down, Serafina. I just want to talk."

He turned back around. Everyone was going to find out anyway. "Look, I already asked the Dean to transfer rooms, okay?"

"No, it's not transferring rooms I'm concerned about. It's transferring schools. You see, this is an all-boys school, and you, ah," he looked at his phone, "'Serafina Laura Montgomery,' are not a boy."

His face was red, eyes burning as he held back tears. "Leave me alone."

Jeff slammed his phone down on the table. "No! You've been lying to me for years!"

"I'm not lying, I'm transgender," he said, choking the word out. All his time with abusive parents and being around transphobic people had taught him it was a dirty word, something to be ashamed of, and he hated calling himself it. He knew it wasn't bad, but it had been drilled into him that it was.

"You're a fucking girl! Y– OW!" Jeff jumped, falling backwards. He was holding his leg, face contorted in pain.

Wes blinked, seeing a dark stain on his jeans, a handle sticking out of them. A stainless steel utensil handle.

"Leave Wes alone," Nika said, glaring at their ex-boyfriend. "He's been nothing but kind to you. Personally, I would have punched you long before now if I was in his place. He's been out and by your side for years as you constantly say insulting and untrue things."

Jeff's breathing was shallow, and he looked at Nika in shock, white as paper. "Did you just stab me?"

"It's just a butter knife. C'mon." Nika leaned towards him. "Man up."

"You just fucking stabbed me!"

They picked up their bag. "You're right. I'm going to head to the police station and go turn us both in."

Jeff's eyes went wide. "You promised."

"Yeah, you promised some things too. Looks like neither of us are keeping our promises."

Nika left the dining hall in silence. All they could hear was Jeff's breathing, his blood beginning to pool on the floor.

Kurt got up, taking off his scarf and kneeling beside Jeff, tying it right above the stab wound.

"Get the fuck away from me," Jeff bit.

Kurt rolled his eyes, helping him up. "Cuss me out after we get to the hospital and you have stitches. Come on."

"I said don't touch me!" Jeff was too weak to fight Kurt off of him, but he tried.

"Knock it off before you hurt yourself more. I'm the only one not frozen in horror, so you're stuck with me."