101 Transdrews

First day of hell for a loser.

Konald awoke with a grunt. Shifting slightly under his purple duvet cover (of course) he sighed and rolled over. His alarm kept beeping. First day of senior year, and god was he not ready. Sitting up and stretching, his long hoodie lifting to show his prominent v-line, he got up and got ready. Cleaning his teeth and brushing his hair (which only floofed it up more), he checked the time. Bollocks, he was late. He picked up his pre-packed bag, shoes, and other essentials before running downstairs. Skidding downstairs, he groaned at the sight of a delicious selection of breakfast foods laid out on the table. His mother told him to sit down but he told her the time, whining. Kicking on his combat boots (not bothering to lace them) and popping a piece of toast in his mouth he ran out of the door.

Viciously sitting down at the bus stop, he put his headphones on and listened to grime. Checking his look in the reflection of his phone, he grumbled. He appeared like such a loser. Nobody was going to want to be friends with him, just like all the other years. And here Konnie was thinking it would be different.

His bus arrived, and nothing much really happened after, apart from an old man, akin to a raisin, accidentally bumping into him while he was sat down. And when I say bump I mean directly into his head. He sighed at the impact. If only he were alone. The man grunted and licked his lips to remoisten his old man lips, before finally heading to his bus seat. Konald smirked. The euphoric feeling running through his veins ended when a disgusted old lady muttered ''dirty boy'' and kept walking. He felt ashamed, he wouldn't doubt it, but he couldn't help his urges. He murmured an apology and put his bag over his jeans. 

The time finally came where he arrived at school. This was it: senior year. God, he was anxious. Going through the front door, he zig-zagged between chattering students on the way to his locker, same place as last year of course. Clash! He bumped into a boy with long brown hair. At least, that's all he noticed at first. He groaned an apology, his hands brushing with the boys as he picked up his books. Konnie's breath hitched in his throat. He gazed up at the boy who was saying an apology of his own. His eyes, how peculiar. Neon purple, his favourite colour. He shook his head to stop his disorientation and stood up. ''-ry, truly. I'm Andrew by the way, and this is my friend Luke.'' A blond boy waved his hand. ''I'm Konnie, chill to meet you.'' He smiled back. ''Hey actually, you got anywhere to sit this year? We've needed a new mate to sit at our table.'' Kon nodded and walked with them to his locker. 

The day went by quickly, him darting in and out of classes with Andrew and Luke in tow. Lunch was great, and they bonded over music and gaming. Other guys don't talk about these kinds of things at his school. He had one issue with Jake, his long-term bully, but Luke stood up for him. God, he loved his new friends. He beamed as he listening to nightcore on his way home.

He couldn't help but gleam as he went to sleep that night.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, and eventually it was December. His friendship with the two boys he met on his first day grew and grew, and they came round to do homework and game nearly all the time. Senior year has been the best so far. Now that he had friends, and buff ones at that, Jake held off, but still bothered him from time to time. As much as he hated it, nothing could stop his glee.

He started dreaming, an odd dream that occurred nightly. A girl with long brown hair, pink skin and prominent features. Not to mention huge fat fucking tits. He never saw his eyes though. Or at least, he couldn't remember when he woke up. He never mentioned it to his new friends, in fear for scaring them off.

Funny how a secret changes everything, huh?