Skye

7pm

I hav something I need to tell you...

What?

I'm bi.

Cool

Don't u dare tell ur boyfriend

Why not?

Because he's a Trump supporter

And?

And that means he's homophobic

Can I?

No

U sure?

UGH. Fine.

That was the conversation Skye and I had. Looking back on it, some of it might have been inaccurate, but I was too busy being angry at Trump and his supporters to care. She did tell Kellen, her stupid boyfriend, that day. I regretted telling her she could, but I had told her. That was just the beginning.

The next day, I showed up at a school like normal. I went to all my classes, having forgotten about the conversation with her. At the end of the school day, I went back to my advisory and started putting stuff away. Again, like normal. Kellen was there, like normal. He walked up to me, and I ignored him as I usually do. Yet as he got closer I couldn't help but look at him.

"What?" I half snapped half genuinely wondered.

"You're crazy," he said simply, before leaving the room and closing the door.

At first, I was confused. Why did he think I was crazy? I mean, I have my issues but don't we all...? Right?

A-NY-WAY, I went to study hall and saw Skye as usual.

"Hey girl, your boyfriend called me crazy," I said, trying not to snap.

"He what?" she turned to look at me.

I repeated what he had said, and her eyes widened.

"Oh. I think I know why he did that."

"Why?" I was pretty ticked.

"Because I told him you were bi..." her voice trailed off.

I groaned "I hate you," not really meaning it.

We went back to doing homework, and yet that night when I got home I thought about it.

I know his parents are Trump supporters but seriously dude. IT'S NOT THAT BIG OF A— my mind devolved into mindless cursing.

-={+}=-

I didn't think about the insult for a while, but there was a day where neither of us was on good terms with the other. Less good than usual, which is saying something. We were both being jerks, but I was too busy being pissed to pay attention to that obvious fact. He had been FaceTiming Skye while some friends and I were all at a party. I (and some other people) had said some things that had pissed him off. Something along the lines of "The only Trump supporter I even remotely like is my grandmother, and that's only because she is my grandmother." Something along those lines. In my mind, this had sounded perfectly reasonable. On reflection, maybe not. I sat down on the couch, watching some friends play Just Dance®. I thought about him in rage and remembered that insult. Then I started crying. I wasn't wearing contacts, so I couldn't use the overused (and yet it's still believed every time) excuse of "contacts suck". I muttered the words to the song that was playing at the time. It was "Tick-Tock" by Ke$ha. It seems to be one of those songs that can't be sad no matter what, and still it sounded sad as I mutter-sang it.

"Don't stop, make it pop. DJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight, I'm a fight. Till we see the sunlight. Tick tock on the clock. But the party don't stop, no."

None of my friends noticed, which I was happy about. I hate it when people notice I'm crying.

-={+}=-

Kellen and I are still not on good terms. Yet that insult still sticks with me, even though I've realized I'm a lesbian, not bi. I don't know why it bothers me so much. There was just something about it. Maybe the fact that I have a friend who's close to him (I'm still confused as to how), maybe the fact that I had been hoping to fix the not-good terms we're on (yeah—dream on). Most insults fly right over my head, yet this one seemed more personal. Maybe it was because I'm more insecure about my sexuality than other things. Instead of there being a wall to shove away an insult, he targeted the one hole in the wall. It pushes me further down each day—makes that hole in the "insult protection wall" bigger—knowing that there are people who will continue to think that way, and he is only the first one.