The Impossibly Impossible

Chapter 3

Tenor POV

I don't know what came over me. Was it the scared look in his eyes? The puppy dog wide-eyed look that crossed his face? I wasn't sure but when I got knocked on my ass I almost threw a fit until I saw it was him and all of a sudden I was a blubbering bitch.

I barely registered what he said when I mumbled out a quiet "yes." Something about formal which could only mean the dance coming up in a month. Which also meant finding something to wear.

"Uh, real quick Fyre. Do you mind if I wear a, uh, suit to the formal?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He looked at me confused as if it would be crazy if I didn't wear a suit. "That's kind of just who you are."

I was taken back by that comment. "Who I... am?"

"Well, yeah. You never really fit into the box. You break the walls of confinement around you cause you refuse to be caged in by idiotic ideologies such as gendered clothing. You live to break the boundaries. I have one more question. Simply because I don't want the formal to be super awkward and that would leave us both feeling weird during it, do you wanna hang out at my place?"

I nodded, not knowing how to respond. "Yeah. That sounds cool." I followed him to his bus and we sat together when I blonde loud mouth came up to us.

"Hey, Tenor. See your sitting with the worlds ugliest man. Why don't you come sit back here with me and my boys? Get a taste of a real man."

I roll my eyes at this and turn towards him. "First of all, you're not a 'real man'. You're the kind of boy that I would punch directly in face if I didn't care about getting suspended. Second, your breath smells of dead fish and cheese. Please, for the sake of the rest of the world, brush your teeth for once. Third, Fyre is more of a man than you will ever be. At least he doesn't treat other people like shit to make himself feel better because his mommy and daddy make him feel bad. Leave us the fuck alone and go fuck with someone you actually have a chance with like blonde bimbo over there with the boob job." I point over to Ashley, the box bleached, boobs the size of my head cheerleader known for sleeping with anyone who gave her a chance.

Loud mouth looked in her direction and smiled. "You know what, you're right. Who could like someone who looks like they just walked out of Trans Weekly like you. You're not worth my time." He turned on his heel and hollered at Ashley and started hitting her. She was lapping up the attention.

Fyre looked at me astonished. "What was that?"

Laughing, I answered, "Letting a dumbass know I don't want him and I don't need him to put down someone I'm friends with."

"And the trans bit that he said?"

I looked around nervously before replying, "Can we not talk about that here, please?"

She looked confused but genuinely curious which made me feel better but dear fuck was I confused too.