To the Left- A Novella

Shiver (4)

Classes finish for the day. Rory and I walk back to her car, when I bring up the bathroom incident. Since we don't have any classes together since choir and I didn't want to tell her in text, this is the first chance I had to talk to her about it.

"So, at lunch when I left early..." I told Rory about what happened in the bathroom, my surge of confidence in the situation and honestly, I thanked her for the outfit choice. It made me feel like a badass on my first day of school. We hop into her car and she drove back home. Pulling into the driveway before we hopped out she says with wide eyes, "I knew you were bisexual!"

"Seriously? That is all you got out of the conversation?" I laughed, hugging her in a massive bear hug. "And, it's Pansexual..." I laughed.

"So, what determines who you are crushing on then? I'm just super curious now.." she said laughing. "Like do you have a type?" she asked.

"Well, it's a feeling, and I think it is different for each gender or binary. For instance, I think I lean more towards men with the brooding or cliche bad boy, mystery thing, and.."

"Wait, so you are literally saying the new transfer is your type?" she whisper screamed.

"Uhhh, I mean... I wasn't... I mean..."

"Oh, come off it, just say yes." she laughed.

"Yes, I find him super attractive. But I also tend to go for stud types of females- you know the masculine expression, swagger? I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you... It's more a personality thing, rather than a gender thing" I mentioned while laughing. "Let's go inside and figure out what Auntie Maeve has up her sleeve for dinner tonight."

"Ugh, you and the Auntie business." She says rolling her eyes at me before I slap her shoulder.

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The rest of the week I tried to keep to myself, which was literally the hardest thing since my confidence boost in the bathroom and the transfer student incident on Monday, it seemed like I was the only thing people talked about socially. Yeah, there were some hurtful comments, but Max and Rory helped disperse them. I'm not going to lie, the attention is definitely new and I'm not sure I like how different it is making my school days. By Wednesday the first week, I really wanted to just come to school in my normal leggings and a sweatshirt, but Rory was in charge of my fashion this year and while she tried to consider my feelings, she also made some pretty out there choices for my fashion this week. Everything was tasteful, but something in each outfit highlighted my recent summer changes.

Tuesday, Rory made me wear dark denim jeans that showed off my hips and thicker thighs, paired with a pumpkin spice cropped sweater, shades, and black chucks. Wednesday she put me in a chunky cream cardigan, band graphic t, and a navy blue tulip wrap skirt which showcased the muscles I was building in my thighs from self-defense. Thursday was comfier with black leggings and a maroon tunic that had criss-cross straps in the V of the neckline showing off some of my newly grown cleavage. 

Today, Friday, I will have two different outfits. One for school, which is a pair of black jeans ripped at the knee and thigh that just barely skirts the dress code with how high it is, but with the mustard yellow peasant sweater crop top showing off my tucked in waist I had to tell her that I would most likely need a cardigan to hide in the hallways. She barely conceded with a boyfriend style leopard cardigan that hid the thigh rip if I needed to.

A week in and I feel like I am Rory's personal fashion runway model for school. The compliments just seem to keep me going though and I am starting to feel like a new woman. In fact Monday was the last time I thought about the anniversary coming up. Some of the stares and angry looks were less than pleasant, and the tension in the room during body shop was palpable. James has even taken to calling it out, "What the fuck is his problem? I mean, is you being in shop really that bad? I for one have really enjoyed our time together." James moves his oiled up hand, swiping a line across my cheek. Laughing, "Oooo, you are going to regret that! Rory is going to kill you for ruining her 'Masterpiece'."