Hang Up the Chick Habit~ Crygi

Chapter three

Tw: use of the d-slur

Crystal kept her head down, her hair falling in front of her face shielding her puffy eyes and wet cheeks from the world. There was joyous chatter coming from the dining room, which immediately died out when she stepped foot inside. She didn't need to look up to know that all eyes were on her.

She grabbed her pre-made plate waiting for her on the counter and sat on the far end of the table, away from the other girls.

The room didn't lighten up for the remainder of the meal, the only noise was whispering and the occasional whimper from Crystal.

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Crystal loved pink, she really did, but looking at her room and wardrobe for the next two months of her life she was starting to regret that claim.

Pink dresses, pink skirts, pink blouses, pink socks, even pink hair ties; Madame was adamant with their gender roles and pink was the first step. But Crystal couldn't help but wonder why she bothered to pack her own clothes if she wasn't to wear them?

She took the only bed left unclaimed, the one on the far right, the one against the wall connected to the hallway and closest to the bathroom. A tear rolled down her cheek as she slammed her undergarments drawer shut. The crying hadn't completely stopped since group therapy, Crystal's head was beginning to throb at this point.

"Congrats on passing the first-step, Curls"

Crystal jumped out of her skin at the sudden sound. Gigi smirked at her from the doorway, blowing her gum into a bubble the size of her fist then let it pop. Crystal muttered a small 'Thanks', refusing to make eye contact with the girl. Gigi strutted over to the bed parallel to hers and flopped down onto it. Crystal resumed folding her new clothes, she felt Gigi's eyes on her the entire time.

"You've been giggling and skipping around all morning, Little Miss Chatterbox, and now you won't so much as to smile?"

Crystal's head snapped up at where Gigi laid on her back, facing the ceiling, twirling strands of her hair with her index. She stared at the girl in disbelief for what she just said. It was a ridiculous thing to say; Crystal could name a thousand and one reason to not be smiling right now and one of them laid on the bed in front of her.

"Well it's not like I have a reason to smile at the moment" Crystal mumbled under her breath, not caring whether Gigi heard her or not. She wanted nothing more than to be left alone at that moment.

"What? Miss 'let's all sit in a circle, hold hands and sing kumbaya until we're all happy and hetero' can't find a reason to fucking smile?" Gigi sat up to lean on her elbows, giving Crystal a condescending smirk.

Crystal knew Gigi was just teasing her, trying to piss her off. She should've known better, should've calmed herself down but she couldn't help it. Her blood boiled beneath her skin, she couldn't explain it but something about that girl irritated her like no one has before. Crystal had always considered herself a person who could get along with anyone, not once had someone made her want to claw at her own eyes and rip her hair out, she's never even yelled at a person.

But then one loud pop from Gigi's gum set her off for a reason she couldn't really explain.

"I'm so fucking sorry that I'm a little upset after the worst thing that could've happened to me just happened!"

Gigi stared at her with an expression somewhere between irritated and impressed. Impressed that Crystal had the guts to explode like that (which she typically did not; she didn't even like to curse). Irritated with her dramatics.