Out of the Rabbit Hole

Chapter 34

Andrea P.O.V

You know how you feel when you get hit by a ball, to the head, and everything is fuzzy? The walls seem to spin as your conscious is complete shot out. It's almost as if you're falling and everyone is still not caring that you are so confused.

That's similar to what I'm feeling now.

Even as the girl chants that I was a guy, to any passing ear, I still can't comprehend what's taking place.

It's surreal.

I stay pushed on the floor as the girl from my history class spills the news. Most people look over to me and sneer, or walk away quickly to avoid catching me staring in shock.

I assumed that the bullying was over, but remember, it only ever stopped because of Simon.

Without him, I'm back to being their target.

And I thought everything was solved between us.

"This cock sucking dude dated Simon!" The same girl who pushed me yells out, earning everyone's attention in the hallway. People stare at me like I'm some kind of side act with a freaky look.

I get up as the girl continues yelling out crap about me. I feel like balling my eyes out or punching a wall from how frurating this is.

They know. They somehow figured it out, that I was Andrew. Many thoughts come to mind, but I'm too angry to agree on any. Who would care to tell the school this? What was the purpose? If it's to hurt me, you succeed, but I'm not known enough, around the school, to become major gossip.

I honestly have no idea what I should do at this point. The worst things have already happened to me.

Simon found out, and now the school is in on it too.

This has to be karma, or some sort of bad luck streak. It's definitely not something I've been preparing for. Mother told me everything about guys liking me, but not about rejection and breaking up with said guy.

Or coming out to the school.

As the girl keeps yelling, I sneak away to history, but it's no better.

"Simon's a fucking gay!" I hear the words as soon as I open the door. I almost consider closing it again, but they spot me before I have the time to act. "Look! It's the fag itself!"

A boy points to the door, where I'm standing, making everyone look over . I try going over to me seat,their watchful gazes marking my every move, but something unexpected happens.

I feel something hit my head, hard, startling my walk over to my seat. A cold slimy thing runs down my hair and drips on the floor. Classmates snicker, giving no effort to hide their laughter at my dismay.

"Get egged you queer! So fucking gross!" Another girl from the gang calls out, holding a new egg, ready to be launched. It hits me in my chest, and I physically cave from the impact.

How in the heck were they able to bring eggs to school? And to use them on me?

The growing snickers turns into full on chortling. I groan from the pain in my abdomen, and look up to the class. I scan the faces and find none of them familiar, expect for two; Taylor and Sandra.

I watch the two girls fill the air with excitement and laughter, joining the crowd's antics.I've never noticed them in my class. I wondered why I never saw any of them around school.

I catch the eye of Taylor. She looks at me, coughs, then turns to Sandra to laugh more. It pains me to know that my first girl friends turn out to be the cause of my anguish.