When I tell you this is a romance story, you might think: Sweet! Who’s the lucky lady? Well guess what? We’re both boys. Hey. It’s good to see you again. Chapter 5 I spend the majority of honors English looking at Arch. I only stop because he notices me doing it. When the bell rings I’m flushed with lust and embarrassment. “Where’s your room?” I ask Arch while he packs up, trying to be casual. “Uh, it’s 237.” He mumbles. “Why, are you stalking me?” “What NO!” I blurt. I kind of am, but more importantly, “That’s right next to my room!” “Okayyyyy.” Arch trails off… “uh, did you want to hang out or something?” “Yes. No. Maybe. I don’t know. I just, maybe we should, meet up, for like, projects, and homework, because yeah, I just thought it’d be good to know because, I don’t like you, I do, just not like that, I mean, no, I like-like-like, what AM I SAYING?” Arch stares at me. “I gotta go bye!!!!” I go through my other classes in a blur. When the day ends I take my time getting back to my dorm. I don’t know why, I just do. Ivy will probably already be there, and she’ll be with Kenny. It’ll just be…awkward. They’re nice people and all, but I’m just always the third wheel. When I reach room 236 I hear shouting coming from it. Because the I’m snoop I am I stop to listen. Kenny and Ivy are arguing. That’s something new. “I just don’t get it? Why did it come on all of a sudden?” “ARE YOU SAYING I’M FAKING IT KENNY? YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD UNDERSTAND!” My thoughts of Kenny being a transphobe bubble back up. “But we’ve always been, I don’t know, we’ve always worked.” “Kenny I can’t change who I am just for you. I never liked you, I tried to convince myself that I liked you, but I don’t, not the way you like me at least.” “I love you.” Kenny mumbles. “I love you too, but platonically, platonically.” Ivy sighs. “Are you sure you don’t— “KENNY I’M NOT THE STRAIGHT, CIS, GIRL YOU WANT BE TO BE, YOU’RE A JERK FOR NOT ACCEPTING ME! I THOUGHT YOU’D UNDERSTAND YOU BEING YOU, BUT YOU’RE DUMB AND SELFISH, I HATE YOU!!!!” Ivy pushes the door open rather violently and storms out. The door hits my face. “Oh it’s you,” Ivy says, “you’re not going to give me any $#!% for being a lesbian demigirl, are you?” “No,” I say. “You’re awesome and valid, keep being yourself.” “Haha, thanks.” Ivy says, “should’ve dated you.” “But I’m gay.” “Exactly why it’d work out, we’d break up and be happy. Darn bisexuals don’t get it.” I cough. “Sorry that was biphobic.” She breathes. “I’m just SO FLIPPING MAD AT KENNY.” I nod. “Be careful,” Ivy says, “it stinks of queerphobia in there.” She jerks a hand to room 236. I gulp, as she walks away.
Sorry this one took so long!
