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! You’re back! Good, now I can start. I’ve missed you. Although your obsession with me is kind of weird. Hey I call em like I see em. I’m weird I know. Chapter 6 I push open the door. “Hey.” Kenny growls. I breathe. “You shouldn’t have said all that stuff to Ivy.” “I’ll say what I like.” I gasp. “You ARE transphobic! I knew it all along.” “What?” He asks. “Never mind. Transphobes suck! You’re a jerk. Apologize to Ivy right now!” I exclaim. “Only if she apologizes.” Kenny hisses. “What, for being themself? I don’t think so!” It happens so fast. One moment I’m yelling at Kenny, the next moment I’m pinned up against a wall. “Take it back.” He growls. “Take it all back.” “No!” I shout. Kenny’s fingers dig into my shoulders. He lets go of me for a brief moment, only to shove me back against the wall. He only uses one hand, but I’m still unable to move. For such a skinny guy he’s strong. On the other hand I’m the stereotypical gay dude who can’t do sports. “Let. Me. Go!” I gasp. “Did you turn her gay?” He yells. “What? No! They’ve always been gay! It’s who she is and you need to accept that! Also you’re bi! Chill man!” Kenny shouts and punches me. Bl00d shoots from my nose with a sickening “splurt” that makes me want to barf. I scream a lot of dumb, shrill, screams. Suddenly the door, which was open a crack, is pushed wide open. A figure appears, silhouetted by the fluorescent light. The figure lunges towards Kenny, that military shaved head I’ve been crushing on headbutts him in the stomach. Kenny falls over, and Arch, followed by another figure, pins him to the ground. I run off and end up slamming right into the other figure. “Ow!” They yelp. “Sorry!” I squeak. “It’s ok.” I watch Kenny and Arch wrestle on the floor for a bit. “Uh, does Arch need any help…?” I ask. “He’s fine. Super strong.” I go red. “Right. Um… I’m Ace.” “Cool. Pronouns?” “He/him.” “Nice. I’m Thorne. They/them.” “Should we get a teacher or something?” I ask Thorne. “Yeah probably.” Thorne replies. We watch the fight a bit longer and then head out to the hall, yelling about the fight.
